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| Jack Hunt... |
 Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2008 10:09 pm |
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You'd think in almost 52 years on this earth, a guy would have done most things
and nothing would really come at you out of left field. That's what I thought -
until today.
Today I did something that none of you have ever done, you've probably never
even thought of it, and I *know* you've never intended to do it.
Today, while mowing the grass at the campground, I encountered a skunk. A dead
skunk. I didn't see it in time and I hit it with the blades. Just as particles
of dead skunk started issuing forth from the mower discharge chute, I ran out of
gas.
You can now go back to whatever you were sniping about but just remember: no
matter how bad you think it is, it can always be worse.
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Jack Hunt IBA#12795, STOC 1870
'99 ST1100, FaST Forward
'95 Suzuki DR250SE
http://www.huntslodge.com |
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| S'mee... |
| Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2008 10:09 pm |
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On Jul 10, 9:09 pm, Jack Hunt <jhun... at (no spam) tds.net> wrote:
SNIP
Sweet...have you considered adding an auxilary fuel tank? Just asking.
Quote: You can now go back to whatever you were sniping about but just remember: no
matter how bad you think it is, it can always be worse.
Let me relate something from many years ago when I was still a
riverboat captain for the Union Army.
20 years ago. 2400 hrs. The S.S. Schiffner (74' Impala wagon) is
cruising at a nominal 80mph indicated. It's the dark of the moon,
highbeams are on. Out rushes an intreped Armadillo into the path of
the S.S. Schiffner and stopped in the middle of the lane. This occured
halfway between the edge of the light pattern and the front bumper. At
this speed and that distance there is no possible course of action is
possible except to brace for impact at ramming speed.
There was a horrendous impact and an immeadiate drumming,
thumping, pounding sound as if the rammed Armadillo incensed at the
affront upon it's person. During the chaotic tumolt a passenger in the
front passenger section sombulant and sleeping the sleep of the just
was startled awake and in such a state that from her recumbant
posistion (her head chastly on the captains lap) LEVITATED two feet
whilst remaining perfectly flat with no deviation from her previous
possistion! The rest of the voyage was made with no other incidents.
The helmsman reported that the Armadillo that was rammed stood at
least tall enough for the spine of the rammed beast was no shorter
than the bottom of the front bumper.
Then next day the captain conducted a detailed and intimate
examination of the vessel it discovered that there was a signifigant
quantity of Aramadillo parts and blood scattered on the bottom part of
the hull. Upon finishing cleaning of the hull to a point the Captain
and helmsman were satisfied. It must be noted that all who examined
the S.S. Schiffner remarked on several things. First being the utter
lack of damage inspite of the obvious impact point. Second the quanity
of remains on the hull that supported the Helmsmans size estimates of
the beast. Third, what was left of the beast smelled of quality that
nearly matched the stench of a skunk dead for three days in the sun.
I miss that damned battle ship. 22mpg at 70mph loaded to the gunwales!
Easy steering, nimble for it's size and way easier to load than any
other vehicle I've ever encountered.
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| BiffB... |
| Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2008 10:48 pm |
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Jack Hunt wrote:
Quote: You'd think in almost 52 years on this earth, a guy would have done most things
and nothing would really come at you out of left field. That's what I thought -
until today.
Today I did something that none of you have ever done, you've probably never
even thought of it, and I *know* you've never intended to do it.
Today, while mowing the grass at the campground, I encountered a skunk. A dead
skunk. I didn't see it in time and I hit it with the blades. Just as particles
of dead skunk started issuing forth from the mower discharge chute, I ran out of
gas.
You can now go back to whatever you were sniping about but just remember: no
matter how bad you think it is, it can always be worse.
--
Jack Hunt IBA#12795, STOC 1870
'99 ST1100, FaST Forward
'95 Suzuki DR250SE
http://www.huntslodge.com
Not a skunk, but did get a sail cat that the dog had drug into the yard
caught up in the riding mower blades. Oh the stench of week dead cat as
it's leathery corpse wrapped around the blade shafts and friction heated
it to the point of burning,, |
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| Stupendous Man... |
| Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2008 10:51 pm |
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Quote: Today, while mowing the grass at the campground, I encountered a skunk.
A dead
skunk. I didn't see it in time and I hit it with the blades.
Skunk scent killer
1/2 cup baking soda
16oz hydrogen peroxide
2 tbps of dawn dish soap
Spray animals and surroundings, leave it on.
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Stupendous Man,
Defender of Freedom, Advocate of Liberty |
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| Beauregard T. Shagnasty... |
| Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2008 11:09 pm |
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Jack Hunt wrote:
Quote: You'd think in almost 52 years on this earth, a guy would have done
most things and nothing would really come at you out of left field.
That's what I thought - until today.
Today I did something that none of you have ever done, you've
probably never even thought of it, and I *know* you've never intended
to do it.
Today, while mowing the grass at the campground, I encountered a
skunk. A dead skunk. I didn't see it in time and I hit it with the
blades. Just as particles of dead skunk started issuing forth from
the mower discharge chute, I ran out of gas.
You can now go back to whatever you were sniping about but just
remember: no matter how bad you think it is, it can always be worse.
Oh, Jack. My eyes are watering. I don't know if it's from laughing so
hard, or because of some mystical olfactory connection with your
description of the event.
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| Bob Myers... |
| Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2008 11:21 pm |
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"BiffB" <user at (no spam) domain.invalid> wrote in message
news:4876d820$0$9835$a726171b at (no spam) news.hal-pc.org...
Quote: Today, while mowing the grass at the campground, I encountered a skunk.
A dead
skunk. I didn't see it in time and I hit it with the blades. Just as
particles
of dead skunk started issuing forth from the mower discharge chute, I ran
out of
gas.
Not a skunk, but did get a sail cat that the dog had drug into the yard
caught up in the riding mower blades. Oh the stench of week dead cat as
it's leathery corpse wrapped around the blade shafts and friction heated
it to the point of burning,,
Oh, good, it's going to be a "smelly animal corpses I have
encountered" thread.....my turn!
Way, way back in the Dark Ages, when I was both newly married
and newly employed, we bought our first truly brand-new car ever -
a 1983 Chevy Citation. (Yes, the hideous "X" cars; what can I
say, I was young, foolish, didn't know better, and it was within the
budget.) Driving the new pride-'n'-joy back into town from a drive in
the mountains one Sunday evening, I spotted a deer standing at the side
of the road on the far side, just at the apex of an upcoming curve.
Knowing that these things are about as predictable as, say, the
stock market, I slowed down to avoid any possibility of an accident
that might put a scratch on the purty new cage - only to see the
stupid deer leap out right into the path of an oncoming pickup.
Impact with the truck's front bumper killed the critter instantly,
and sent the carcass spinning across the road and right into my
path. In one of those wonderful "time slows down so you can
watch everything go to hell in detail" experiences, I saw every hair
on the damn deer's hide, saw exactly where it was going to hit, and
knew that there wasn't a thing I could do about it; I had already slowed
to a virtual crawl, and one thing a Citation would NOT do is get out
of its own way quickly.
The deer was basically punted directly under the front end of the
Chevy, where it hit the frame cross-member that held the cheap
little radiator in place - bending it back and taking the radiator with
it, such that the electric fan was wedged between the bottom of the
radiator and the front of the engine. In its last act on Earth, of course,
the deer had voided itself of every bit of foul-smelling material it had
in in, and this combination of musk, blood, guts, crap, and miscellaneous
deer bits was now being cooked by the hot radiator.
Oddly, neither the radiator or hoses broke or leaked even a drop
of coolant, so even though the fan wasn't working, the car was still
drivable (as long as I wasn't stopped long enough to need the fan
for airflow), and after spending nearly an hour with the friendly
Colorado State Patrol officer and his collection of paperwork, all
I really wanted to do was get home, and deal with the insurance and
repair worries the next morning. So I did.
And completely neglected to consider that driving into the garage,
shutting the car down, closing the garage door, and leaving the thing
in there overnight might not be the smartest decision I could make.
Sure enough, the next morning I stepped out into my garage, and
found that it was now filled with the most unbelievable, God-awful, knock-
a-buzzard-off-a-pile-of-rotting-offal stench I had ever (at that time, and
frankly to this day) encountered.
And THEN, of course, I had to take the thing to the repair shop....
Funny, I have never, ever been involved in an accident where through
MY fault I hit something. But there have been two instances, counting
the above, where things have been placed in my path, to my detriment.
Iffen you ask real nice, I might tell you about the other one, in which I
personally, armed only with my bare hands and a Chrysler mini-van,
punted a Sony big-screen rear-projection television into the next life...
but dat's another story.
Bob M. |
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| Chuck Rhode... |
| Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2008 12:02 am |
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On Thu, 10 Jul 2008 22:21:29 -0600, Bob Myers wrote:
Quote: Iffen you ask real nice, I might tell you about the other one, in
which I personally, armed only with my bare hands and a Chrysler
mini-van, punted a Sony big-screen rear-projection television into
the next life... but dat's another story.
LCDs and plasma screens are much more compact than rear-projection
sets used to be; nevertheless, they are quite bulky. I dread helping
customers -- who are invariably going only a short way -- load them.
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... Chuck Rhode, Sheboygan, WI, USA
... 1979 Honda Goldwing GL1000 (Geraldine)
... Weather: http://LacusVeris.com/WX
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| Sean_Q_... |
| Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2008 12:53 am |
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Bob Myers wrote:
Quote: Driving the new pride-'n'-joy back into town from a drive in
the mountains one Sunday evening, I spotted a deer standing at the side
of the road on the far side, just at the apex of an upcoming curve.
Thanks for the good story. If you'd been riding a bike you'd have been
involved even more intimately with that deer.
I think perhaps, if I'm ever in a situation like that on my Harley I'll
pull over at a safe distance and wait for the situation to resolve.
That is, if there is such a thing as a "safe" distance.
SQ |
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| The Older Gentleman... |
| Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2008 1:15 am |
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Jack Hunt <jhunt1x at (no spam) tds.net> wrote:
Quote: Today, while mowing the grass at the campground, I encountered a skunk. A
dead skunk. I didn't see it in time and I hit it with the blades. Just
as particles of dead skunk started issuing forth from the mower discharge
chute, I ran out of gas.
Superb. Just splendid.  )
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BMW K1100LT Ducati 750SS Yamaha XT600E Honda CB400F MZ TS250/1
chateau dot murray at idnet dot com
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