Thinking back....

[okrattler]

The thread on the deer strapped to the school bus got some memories brought back to me. How much fun it was when I was a kid. Going to Missouri every summer and running around barefoot because there wasn't no stickers like there was back home. Just running amuck with my cousin. Chasing geese until they chased us back,getting electrocuted by the hotwire fence,shootin up every critter we could kill with our BB Guns,fishin and thinking we were really something because we got to catch supper. Catching snakes,turtles, tree frogs and bullfrogs and getting my cousins Barbie dolls naked when she wasn't home because we were little perverts. Playing army and building forts, playing with trucks in the dirt. Sneaking dips of snuff and lookin at Playboy magazine. All that was so dang much fun. I loved those days of Summer so much. I just didn't ever fully understand how fun it was. Not until later in life.

Fun times no doubt.

[smokeless]

China berry fights. Bottle rockets. Drinking out of a garden hose. How did we ever survive??

[okrattler]

China berry fights. Bottle rockets. Drinking out of a garden hose. How did we ever survive??

We had crab apple and dirt clod fights. Which usually ended up in a real fight. Dude wasn't that awesome? So much fun.

Us boys got banned from Easter egg hunts on Easter cause we'd hit each other with 'em.LOL

[BrandonA]

The thread on the deer strapped to the school bus got some memories brought back to me. How much fun it was when I was a kid. Going to Missouri every summer and running around barefoot because there wasn't no stickers like there was back home. Just running amuck with my cousin. Chasing geese until they chased us back,getting electrocuted by the hotwire fence,shootin up every critter we could kill with our BB Guns,fishin and thinking we were really something because we got to catch supper. Catching snakes,turtles, tree frogs and bullfrogs and getting my cousins Barbie dolls naked when she wasn't home because we were little perverts. Playing army and building forts, playing with trucks in the dirt. Sneaking dips of snuff and lookin at Playboy magazine. All that was so dang much fun. I loved those days of Summer so much. I just didn't ever fully understand how fun it was. Not until later in life.

Fun times no doubt.

I agree with ya. Things were a lot slower in small town America then

[Gumbo Man]

Filling the barrel of your Sheridan pellet gun with milo and pumping up as much as you could and shooting your brother in the arse. Yep. Those were the good ole days.

[okrattler]

I remember us kids weren't even allowed to stay in the house during the day unless we were eating lunch. Which was fine by us because we didn't want to be in the house. Being around grown ups meant rules. And we weren't really all about that.

I remember my grandma used to have a charge account down at the convenience store. She'd tell me and my buddy to go down there and get us a drink and a candy bar or whatever. She didn't want us sitting around in the house buggin her. Man we had it made in the shade I'm tellin ya. That was awesome. There was a big vacant lot with old combines and tractors in it back in the day. We had us a fort dug out under one of those combines so we'd go get us a Dr. Pepper and some candy and go hang out.

[okrattler]

Ha! I remember there used to be an antique store a few blocks away so we'd go buy a pocket knife or somethin every now and then. They had a section of magazines and some of 'em had plastic on them. They were old motorcycle magazines from the 70's and 80's.

I figured out that plastic meant there had to be some ladies in there not wearing a lot. So we'd get a little bit of money and go buy magazines. There was a lady in there that never really questioned it she just sold 'em to us. We had all kinds of cool stuff in our forts and little hangout spots.

I remember hiding chew and stuff in the soffit of peoples houses where it had gotten weathered and kinda fallen down and birds made nest up under there. I figured a bird wouldn't make a nest where it could get wet so I hid stuff up in there. I'd lean my bike up against the house and stand on the seat so I could reach.LOL.....I was a dang mess.

[Drycreek3189]

Some of my memories of those old days are fading, but I still remember the four or five azz whoopings my daddy gave my brother and me, where they took place, and why we got ‘em. They were close behind a corn cob fight, a water pistol fight, fighting in the barn loft, playing on the hill across the creek during a thunderstorm when we had been told to stay in the dairy barn, and fighting in the front yard and inadvertently hitting our little niece. My brother didn’t get that one, him being a coward he pretended not to be involved. Me being dumb, I made no such move. Wished later that I had !

Those weren’t the only memories though, many more good memories. Like riding our horses, playing baseball in front of the dairy barn, seeing Daddy nearly kill a registered Jersey bull with that same baseball bat The bull was a mean bastage, needed killing, and finally got it, albeit at the slaughter house.

I bought my first Daisy bb gun and a slew of bbs for about $6. I thought I’d have enough bbs to last the rest of my life, but within two weeks I was picking through little round rocks to find some that would shoot in my rifle.

Feeding cats milk strainers, they’d chew and suck the milk out of them, occasionally they would eat the strainer. That was ok until they tried to pass it in a bowel movement. It would get about halfway out and hang up. The cat would be crying and we would ease up behind it, grab the strainer between out big and second toe, (we were always barefooted) and kick hell out of the cat. The cat would “eeeooooowwww” and go flying but the pain was over !

Oh, and Rattler, when we came to a grass burr patch, we just ran through it and sat down on the other side and pulled them out. True story, did it many times. We were poor as heck but didn’t know how good we had it !

[brokeno]

Back in the early 70s I was riding the school bus home from school and a spike jumped into the side of the bus. The bus driver Mr Buck Rentz stopped and looked at the side of the bus. I jumped out the back emergency door and loaded the deer in the back of the bus. It was about a mile to our house and I unloaded the deer at the house, I was called in the office the next morning and told not to ever do something like that again the deer could have been stunned and got loose in the bus. And about a year later on the way to college I threw another deer in the trunk of my fairlane ford that was really ****** when it came to. I had an 8 o'clock class and after class cracked open the trunk on campus the deer is starring at us. We hauled it to a trailer park where one of the football players lived and butchered it. Well again the head football coach called me in and said don't do that again. Those were the good ole days for sure.