That doesn't make you a redneck, it makes you a doctor and an airline pilot!I stayed in a Holiday Inn Express one nite.
That doesn't make you a redneck, it makes you a doctor and an airline pilot!I stayed in a Holiday Inn Express one nite.
For real: Microwave left over pizza until hot (ish): Heat a skillet (hot) with some olive oil while the microwave is still "whirring": Reduce heat, throw a slice in the pan and treat it like a grilled cheese without the flip.I always thought it would be "neat" to be an airline pilot and pay for a place for wayward stewardesses to frolic and sleep within my domain.
1960's-early 80's "Mag Wheels" on hot rods and muscle cars. "Mags" were made of magnesium.Sorry: What is a magnesium wheel? I understand lighters and toys. This sounds industrial?...
Yep, gramps told stories of doing the same back in the soil bank days for birds and (the very few) deer.This is more of a confession.
The early 60's drug a large barn ropes between 2 vehicles a couple hundred feet apart though soil bank kicking up Sharp Tails. The shooters rode on the hood or walked between the vehicles.
You know you are old when you know what soil bank is/wasYep, gramps told stories of doing the same back in the soil bank days for birds and (the very few) deer.
Back in the day every household had at least one gunny sack full of gunny sacks .Mom told us stories about when she was younger of how grandpa in a heavy snow winter and a warm spring would go north of the farm to Egg Coulee creek and pitch fork northerns into a gunny sack that would swim up the creek to spawn from Buffalo Lodge. Also about how a bunch of people would get together for jack rabbit round ups.
It was sooo fluff'n fun. Pheasants were king in Pembina County!You know you are old when you know what soil bank is/was
Back in early 80's I took my grandpa out to the fish house on Jmst Res on the north end. That still existing one building use to be their old farmstead. He reminisced about when they use to come down to the creek ( pre dam days.) and pitch fork northerns. He was just like a little kid telling the story, you could see the excitement in his eyes. Great memory. . .Mom told us stories about when she was younger of how grandpa in a heavy snow winter and a warm spring would go north of the farm to Egg Coulee creek and pitch fork northerns into a gunny sack that would swim up the creek to spawn from Buffalo Lodge. Also about how a bunch of people would get together for jack rabbit round ups.
I remember my Dad and Uncle using pitch Forks on Northerns on the James River at the Ypsilanti Dam. That was mid 60'sBack in early 80's I took my grandpa out to the fish house on Jmst Res on the north end. That still existing one building use to be their old farmstead. He reminisced about when they use to come down to the creek ( pre dam days.) and pitch fork northerns. He was just like a little kid telling the story, you could see the excitement in his eyes. Great memory. . .
or a salesman who's company pays hotelThat doesn't make you a redneck, it makes you a doctor and an airline pilot!
It was on the corner of Hwy 3 and Hwy 52 on the south side of Harvey for quite a few years. Seems to me it was just from the waist up in Harvey, not sure how it was in Mandan.In the 1970s there was a western art museum by the refinery exit in Mandan…for some dumb reason the place had a huge fiberglass King Kong statue…we thought Kong was an insult to our fine community, so we shot a few arrows in his chest one night in Bo Duke fashion…I think the gorilla ended by Cooperstown…
That is awesome!In the 1970s there was a western art museum by the refinery exit in Mandan…for some dumb reason the place had a huge fiberglass King Kong statue…we thought Kong was an insult to our fine community, so we shot a few arrows in his chest one night in Bo Duke fashion…I think the gorilla ended by Cooperstown…