You never know what you may run upon in the woods around here. I'll bet with a fresh battery and bit of gas this classic would crank and fire. :laf:
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Check out the Original Mossy Oak Camo...
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Chet that is cool as heck! My 2nd vehicle was a Kaiser Willey's Jeep. I'm guessing they don't have helical cut gears as when you reached 45 or so you could no longer hear anyone talking. :alscalls: I do wish I still had it... no telling how many creeks and rivers I rode down in it... being 17 when I owned it many a cedar tree got run over too. :doh2: Hit one once that was a little too big and had the front tires about 5' up before I got 'er stopped. :confused: How'd we live through all that stupid teenage stuff I'll never know! :laf:
Looks like it's got a nice set of rubber too. A little Sea Foam in the carb and you're good to go. :yoyo:
I did a senior picture the other day and that location and cab would have been great. Just a bit of a long commute for the shoot.
Jerry
That sure does brings back some great memories of deer hunting from the late 40's thru the 50's, early 60's Chet. Uncle Bud was a serious Willy's man, preferred the wagons. Grandpa Pooh drove Studebaker pickups during the late 40's and 50's. I'm still undecided which one of them was the craziest. There were not a lot of roads in the high Rockies in those days... that is not until one of them wanted to get from where we were to where they/we wanted to hunt. So I learned at a young age that the shortest distance from point A to point B was pretty much a straight line. With either of them it mattered not at all what was between them... straight up or straight down or straight across a steep hill, over boulders, deadfall, trees, crossing rivers (not creeks/streams - big rivers). And they seldom gave you warning to "hang on". No seat belts in those days, so bouncing off the walls/roof like a BB in a box car was standard if you didn't have the steering wheel to hang onto. Which brings up the second thing I soon learned at a young age when with them... to tell them that it was MY turn to drive. :eyebrow:
How do ya find something like that? Is this on your land?
It's not mine, if it was I'd be driving it. :laf:
I found it on a customers property, setting in the woods, near a old barn. It's in rough shape and Willis parts are pretty hard to come by plus I don't have the time to invest in a restoration or else I would ask if they wanted to sell it. American Picker Fodder :laf:
Picker fodder indeed