Old guys think

[BIGNASTY]

Is it that old guys think or just learn from experience Son is building rustic furniture and doing a bang up job. He wont be building for awhile he burnt up a drill using this tenon cutter so he asked to use mine (to burn up ) he took a 1/2 drill and put this cutter on it and pulled the trigger. BIL and I just walked into the shop and said you mite want to watch that drill bit if it catches you'll pick your nose with your elbow for awhile. I GOT A HOLD OF IT IM NOT STUPID!!!!! His cast will come off to have an x-ray in 6 weeks. :-laf

 

[chipster]

Damn, sounds just like my boy, whenever I try to give advice learned through expierence !!! :-laf

 

[Wayne M.]

That's quite a serious cutter!! How did he have the dowel chucked? He had the extra side handle on the drill motor?
I think it's age/ experience. I really learned a lot from LISTENING to the old timers. One in particular is a retired navy then proctor& gamble machinist. Very sharp man.

 

[BIGNASTY]

To hold the post or dowel we just used a hole saw that was a shade smaller than the post in a 2x4 or 2x6 then cut the piece in half then just clamp in the vice dont mark up the dowel just the fixture. It is one heck of a cutter the extra handle was what got his wrist. TWO HANDS FOR BEGENNERS is what I always say.

 

[Wayne M.]

That's a good idea. Just like the tool used to get the torsion bars out of old Mopars

 

[BIGNASTY]

The wife wants to use the tool to redo our driveway fence line and the one in the background of the other picture to make them nice and straight are you nuts it took months to get it to look like it had been there for a hundred years!!!!

 

[BIGNASTY]

I hate straight fence lines makes eveything look SO NEW!!!!

 

[Blu-meanie]

The Fence That Me And Shorty Built

Red Steagall





We’d picked up all the fencing tools

And staples off the road.

An extra roll of “bob” wire

Was the last thing left to load.



I drew a sleeve across my face

To wipe away the dirt.

The young man who was helping me

Was tuckin’ in his shirt.



I turned around to him and said,

“This fence is finally done,

With five new strands of “bob” wire

Shinin’ in the sun.



The wire is runnin’ straight and tight

With every post in line.

The kinda job you’re proud of,

One that stands the test of time. ”



The kid was not impressed at all,

He stared off into space.

Reminded me of years ago,

Another time and place.



I called myself a cowboy,

I was full of buck and bawl.

I didn’t think my hands would fit

Post augers and a maul.



They sent me out with Shorty

And the ranch fence building crew.

Well, I was quite insulted

And before the day was through,



I let him know that I’m a cowboy,

“This ain’t what I do.

I ain’t no dadgummed nester,

I hired out to buckaroo. ”



He said, “We’ll talk about that son,

When we get in tonight.

Right now you pick them augers up.

It’s either that or fight. ”



Boy, I was diggin’ post holes

Faster than a Georgia mole.

But if a rock got in my way

I simply moved the hole.



So when the cowboys set the posts,

The line went in and out.

Old Shorty’s face got fiery red

And I could hear him shout,





Nobody but a fool would build

A fence that isn’t straight.

I got no use for someone who ain’t

Pullin’ his own weight. ”



I thought for sure he’d hit me;

Glad he didn’t have a gun.

I looked around to find a place

Where I could duck and run.



But Shorty walked up to me

Just as calm as he could be.

Said, “Son, I need to talk to you,

Let’s find ourselves a tree. ”



He rolled a Bull Durham cigarette

As we sat on the ground.

He took himself a puff or two

Then slowly looked around.



“Son, I ain’t much on schoolin’,

Didn’t get too far with that.

But there’s a lot of learnin’

Hidden underneath this hat.



I got it all the hard way,

Every bump and bruise and fall.

Now some of it was easy,

But then most weren’t fun a’tall.



But one thing that I always got

From every job I’ve done,

Is do the best I can each day

And try to make it fun.



I know that bustin’ throught them rocks

Ain’t what you like to do.

By getting’ mad you’ve made it tough

On me and all the crew.



Now you hired on to cowboy

And you think you’ve got the stuff.

You told him you’re a good hand

And the boss has called your bluff.



So how’s that gonna make you look

When he comes ridin’ through,

And asks me who dug the holes

And I say it was you.



Now we could let it go like this

And take the easy route.

But doin’ things the easy way’

Ain’t what it’s all about.



The boss expects a job well done

From every man he’s hired.

He’ll let you slide by once or twice,

Then one day you’ll get fired.



If you’re not proud of what you do,

You won’t amount to much.

You’ll bounce around from job to job

Just slightly out of touch.



Come mornin’ let’s re-dig those holes

And get that fence in line.

And you and I will save two jobs,

Those bein’ yours and mine.



And someday you’ll come ridin’ through

And look acrass this land,

And see a fence that’s laid out straight

And know you had a hand



In something that’s withstood the years.

Then proud and free from guilt,

You’ll smile and say, ‘Boys that’s the fence

That me and Shorty built. ’”

 

[Wayne M.]

Blu-meanie, can I print and use that?

 

[Blu-meanie]

It belongs to Red Steagall, so long as you give him the credits, I hope it would be okay. I have it in my files as a reminder of how things were in my youth when I got chew out for slacking. Now I am more like Shorty, probably worse.

 

[GCroyle]

Blu-meanie,

That was a good un.

Thanks

 

[Wayne M.]

I agree. I think it's a rite of passage, to shed your laziness. Unfortunately in today's times and especially in my neck of the woods, it's an epidemic problem. I have my own fence memory that sounds a bit similar. Nowadays if you attempted to string your own fence, my neighbors scowl at you. You should have seen the looks on the faces when I put the spyntecs in that was a show for them. My truck fits snug in my driveway so whatever end I'm working on has to face the street.

 

[BIGNASTY]

Blu



that's a GREAT READ!!!! for sure. But I still like my fence lines. My Daughter and I have a thing about old stuff she got me a book of western images for Christmas one year(my best gift ever) She like I love old barns/fence lines/and her affliction is water trough's. One year when I was in the Sierra Nevada Mountains I found an old water trough and brought it home. The Daughter was as happy as any gift we have ever gave her. I rebuilt it and put in a liner so it would hold water. When ever she comes home first thing she does is to take a look at her WATER TROUGH and she feels like she's finally at HOME. My Daugter is a Capt. in the Air Force so ANY THING I can do for her IT'S DONE.



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