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Here's something my redneck friends can appreciate. 1. Those old tires lying around, fill them with dirt and compost (cannot recommend dog turds, sorry) and stick a tater in the dirt. 2. Pull up a lawn chair, pop open a cold one and watch the magic, you were looking for an excuse to relax. You're now a potato farmer. 3. Once the tater sprouts up several inches or a little more than the tread width of your tires, add another tire, more dirt and compost. Pop open more cold ones, life ain't all about work... 4. Repeat step 2..... 5. Repeat step 2..... 6. Repeat steps 2 and 2. 7. Repeat steps 2 and 3. By the time the tater plants look like they're ready for a fourth tire, your hard work is over. Knock them tires over, gather up the spuds. Have your wife clean up the mess and bake the taters so she can say she helped too. 8. Find a good divorce attorney and join AA.

It wasn't easy repurposing that old tire, still had some tread left. But I know where its at in case of an emergency.

carrots, beets, radish, any root veggie. Oh and meth haha They're also great for raising Skeeter's n black widows, too. Can even catch rain water for them long AZ dry spells. So long as you don't mind your drinking water tasting like rubber bands n fan belts.

Yup, easier than tossing the tires over the fence at the neighbors yappy mutts, although not as rewarding.

Great, flying pigs, a sign the end is near...

Good dad. I was afraid the rain might dampen things.

Thanks, guys Was riding with friends near Payson couple weeks ago and twice my horse shied. I asked my gf what's the problem, she told me there were rattlers buzzing away. From dumb pony to good pony!

Some things change, realized a couple weeks ago I can no longer hear rattlesnakes. Maybe snake gaitors are in my future. However, will never join the 'pants optional' crowd. At least not until I'm warehoused.

I recall my encounter with El Nino while coues hunting back in '79; he was living in a van down by the river....

Like making turds, forecasting the weather is an art and a science.

Sad, sad news so sorry.

How many?

Do we have any members? I would like a score on a friend's muley looked up. Please pm, thanks.

Yeah, the taxidermist ran out of excuses when the sheriff came knocking.

It's about half the story. Took him 2 years and the sheriff to get it back from the taxidermist.

http://supremesupport.blogspot.com/2009/03/world-record-holy-cow-or-deer.html?m=1

That's pretty country, Red, I used to have a ranch 15 miles ese of Datil

Nice!

Savage, Pm me your number. I often predator call a half hour ne of you. I'll give you a call before heading out next time.

I posted the story last year on how my neighbor Max, got this monster muley scored "1 SCI typical over 40 years after shooting it. Later I'll post a link to the story that does him much more benefit than did his home town newspaper. I didn't know the final score, I'm not an SCI member. The gentleman who posted and PMd me tells me it scored 228 5/8".

Got it, 228 5/8" Thanks

And I would add a sentence to a reeducation camp. But then how do you reeducate the uneducated?

:-) Buiding a signal canon for the Minnow?

You and Gilligan will attempt to patch the SS Minnow?