MThuntr
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I don't get home much except for holidays and this year my grandpa said he turns 80. 
The SOB still cuts trees and runs an a dirt moving company. Looks like there's a surprise birthday get-together this spring. I'm totally going to miss the BHA Rendezvous but this is the guy that got me into hunting. I bet the BHA crew that I was going to drink beers with will understand that I'm going to miss out on the festivities in Missoula so I can teetotal with the man himself and tell stupid stories of how the world used to be even though I'm not old enough to really know how it was.
Here are a few of his famous quotes:
“What!”
“That makes as much sense as a jackass going south.” (I still don't know what the heck this means)
“Even the dogs are black.” (I think this is one of the more racist things I've ever heard but what do you do!)
“Eyes look like two pee holes in a snowbank.”
“Sucking on a bottle again!”
“Can’t go without sucking on a bottle.”
“And you get in a car and drive!” (in reference to driving long distances to work not driving under the influence)
“Your feet will turn black.” (when kids drink coffee)
“Guess what.”
“Guess how old I am.”
“Damn cats.”
“MOM! ... MOM!”
“Did I tell you…” (whatever he told you 30 seconds ago, and yesterday)
“My hands are cold.”
“It’s cold in here.”
“I bet she never put any wood in the stove.”
“Born in a barn?!”
“Can you cut the callous off my foot?”
“I’ll save it for good.” (clothing)
“The TV doesn’t work.”
“Turn the TV up.”
“I can’t hear you.”
“I don’t need a hearing aid.”
“It doesn’t need a muffler.”
“That woman can’t shut a light off.”
“That’s too much money.”
“Don’t have enough money.”
“Isn’t she pretty?” (meaning the dog)
“Where are my gloves?”
“I started in 1963.” (cutting trees)
“I only shoot black powder.”
“I’ve been a black powder shooter since…”
“Did I show you my gun?”
“I wish I never quit.” (playing music)
“graffle” (meaning the grapple on the Bobcat)
“What!”
Most won't get it (especially how many different ways you can say "what" and mean something totally different) but his dry, sober humor makes me want to move back to Nebraska everyday. He is where I get my black powder snobbery and BS storytelling abilities.
It's been 15 years since I hunted with him but we're banking on a some antelope tags in Wyoming this fall. I can't wait!
Feel free to share your "old fart" stories if you have any.
The SOB still cuts trees and runs an a dirt moving company. Looks like there's a surprise birthday get-together this spring. I'm totally going to miss the BHA Rendezvous but this is the guy that got me into hunting. I bet the BHA crew that I was going to drink beers with will understand that I'm going to miss out on the festivities in Missoula so I can teetotal with the man himself and tell stupid stories of how the world used to be even though I'm not old enough to really know how it was.Here are a few of his famous quotes:
“What!”
“That makes as much sense as a jackass going south.” (I still don't know what the heck this means)
“Even the dogs are black.” (I think this is one of the more racist things I've ever heard but what do you do!)
“Eyes look like two pee holes in a snowbank.”
“Sucking on a bottle again!”
“Can’t go without sucking on a bottle.”
“And you get in a car and drive!” (in reference to driving long distances to work not driving under the influence)
“Your feet will turn black.” (when kids drink coffee)
“Guess what.”
“Guess how old I am.”
“Damn cats.”
“MOM! ... MOM!”
“Did I tell you…” (whatever he told you 30 seconds ago, and yesterday)
“My hands are cold.”
“It’s cold in here.”
“I bet she never put any wood in the stove.”
“Born in a barn?!”
“Can you cut the callous off my foot?”
“I’ll save it for good.” (clothing)
“The TV doesn’t work.”
“Turn the TV up.”
“I can’t hear you.”
“I don’t need a hearing aid.”
“It doesn’t need a muffler.”
“That woman can’t shut a light off.”
“That’s too much money.”
“Don’t have enough money.”
“Isn’t she pretty?” (meaning the dog)
“Where are my gloves?”
“I started in 1963.” (cutting trees)
“I only shoot black powder.”
“I’ve been a black powder shooter since…”
“Did I show you my gun?”
“I wish I never quit.” (playing music)
“graffle” (meaning the grapple on the Bobcat)
“What!”
Most won't get it (especially how many different ways you can say "what" and mean something totally different) but his dry, sober humor makes me want to move back to Nebraska everyday. He is where I get my black powder snobbery and BS storytelling abilities.
It's been 15 years since I hunted with him but we're banking on a some antelope tags in Wyoming this fall. I can't wait!
Feel free to share your "old fart" stories if you have any.
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