@Hawks said:
Luckily, squirrels and sparrows cannot read and will not know that the poison is meant for bees and wasps. Their education system is worse than hours. 😉
Aaaaaaannnd @Hawks Chris proves his own point 🤓🤓🤓
**ours… fify 😂😂 Damn speech to text.
Where do I find my current password to cigar.com ?
My computer has suddenly decided to stop opening Brave browser, where all of my passwords are saved, so I can only login on my phone, but that doesn't show me the password box with the little eyeball to reveal the password. I can't seem to find it in my account, while on my phone. I don't want to reset the password either, because I hate, absolutely hate, coming up with new passwords.
@TRayB said:
Where do I find my current password to cigar.com ?
My computer has suddenly decided to stop opening Brave browser, where all of my passwords are saved, so I can only login on my phone, but that doesn't show me the password box with the little eyeball to reveal the password. I can't seem to find it in my account, while on my phone. I don't want to reset the password either, because I hate, absolutely hate, coming up with new passwords.
If you have the password saved in your phone you should be able to go into your phone settings and find it.
@TRayB said:
Where do I find my current password to cigar.com ?
My computer has suddenly decided to stop opening Brave browser, where all of my passwords are saved, so I can only login on my phone, but that doesn't show me the password box with the little eyeball to reveal the password. I can't seem to find it in my account, while on my phone. I don't want to reset the password either, because I hate, absolutely hate, coming up with new passwords.
If you have the password saved in your phone you should be able to go into your phone settings and find it.
Thanks Rusty, I got it by unchecking the "Hide" toggle in the password box before clicking in the username box. And so, wouldn't you know, Brave started working for the first time in 2+ days. Fvcking technology.
Checking out the kid's toy box. The black car is an '87 Grand National, couldn't get a good picture. The blue mustang is one he built from a salvage.
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I'll have to ask him. I know it's turbo-charged, waste gate set at 14, and it'll smoke the tires at a drop of a hat, or foot. He said it was the fastest production model from the U.S. at the time.
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@TRayB said:
Could be a GNX then. There were just over 500 produced in 1987, and they were the fastest "production" car in the U.S.
I asked, he said “I wish “. He then went on to explain the 500, plus 30 more that were made to satisfy the dealers. There was a 2 tenths of a second difference in the quarter mile times between the GNX and the production models, as well as a few other factors.
Still a badass car.
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Well after hanging out with Chris @Hawks kid, got pulled over today 🤬🤬. He said “while impressive, that was incredibly insane, extremely dumb and I should be acting the age that matches the gray on my face”. 🖕🏼
@TRayB said:
Could be a GNX then. There were just over 500 produced in 1987, and they were the fastest "production" car in the U.S.
I asked, he said “I wish “. He then went on to explain the 500, plus 30 more that were made to satisfy the dealers. There was a 2 tenths of a second difference in the quarter mile times between the GNX and the production models, as well as a few other factors.
Still a badass car.
Very badass, especially for the mid-80s.
Funny story: I had an 86 Shelby Charger just like this one: . It was a 2.2 liter turbocharged 4 cylinder, 5-speed manual, and was pretty fast. It was a sleeper, especially against the doggish V-8s of the day. I could routinely destroy Mustangs and Camaros off the line. Once, at 4 consecutive stoplights in Pottsville PA, I annihilated a former classmate who had an 84 or 85 Camaro IROC Z (305, not 350 c.i.d.), being at least two car lengths ahead by the time I was shifting into second gear.
Anyway, everyone knew about the GNX, and wanted to go against one. I knew there was one in the area, and was fairly aching to meet him someday. So, my girlfriend at the time (now my wife) had a birthday coming up in mid-December. A woman I worked with was a baker on the side, and she made a beautiful, hand crafted and hand-decorated cake in the shape of a snowman. As I recall, it was about 16-18" tall and cost somewhere around $40 (remember, 1987 and I'm working for $251 a week). So on the day she delivered it to me at work, and said "Be very careful driving home with it.", I pulled out of the parking lot and, you guessed it, the GNX cruiises past me in the passing lane, and gets stopped at the first traffic light, with no one along side of him. There we are, side by side, no one behind us, no one in front of us, nothing, him glancing over at me, me peeking out of the corner of my eye with my heart racing, and I have this delicate birthday cake to surprise my future wife with later that evening, sitting in the back cargo area on a little cardboard tray. What a dilemma.
I let him go, a decision I regret to this day. No, on paper I couldn't take him, but I was a pretty darn good driver, fast on shifting, and unafraid to get everything the car had, but I was unwilling to destroy the cake. Ughh. I should have been cleaning icing and crumbs out of the back the next day, and explaining to my future wife and in-laws how my life would be worthless if I was afraid to take up challenges and opportunities when they appeared. But no, I saved the cake, lost a piece of my manliness, a got a wife. It still hurts though.
@OutdoorsSmoke_21191 said:
Well after hanging out with Chris @Hawks kid, got pulled over today 🤬🤬. He said “while impressive, that was incredibly insane, extremely dumb and I should be acting the age that matches the gray on my face”. 🖕🏼
Geez, I thought my story was enough to warn you. My kid is bad news. Your fault.
Edit because of my poor English skills due to a lacking education system.
Walked out the ridge behind the house about 100 yards. Found four uprooted oaks that were at least 33 inches in diameter. Big tangled mess with only a game trail for access.
Dropped down into our spring hollow. The hollow was protected from the wind of Helene so only a few trees were busted up. Checked our spring fed reservoir and our two springs. All good. We now have a couple of wells but years ago we pumped water up to the house from the reservoir. Found two whitetail kills. Only hair and bones left. Coyote kills for sure. Back up to the house following the old water line. Busted trees uprooted trees and tree tops all tangled up. Had to crawl under and over.Lots of fuel on the ground and lots of Widow Makers. We will never recover totally from Helene.
I tried that and three nights in a row it got the bait, sprung the trap, and sauntered off, feeling cool and accomplished. This is no ordinary raccoon, lol.
@silvermouse said:
I tried that and three nights in a row it got the bait, sprung the trap, and sauntered off, feeling cool and accomplished. This is no ordinary raccoon, lol.
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Did you close one end and put the peaches all the way in?
Real big ones can keep the door open with their backs and still get the food.
Good point, I didn't do that, this trap is left over from the great woodchuck wars and they wouldn't go in the trap unless both doors were open . Thanks for the suggestion!
@silvermouse said:
Good point, I didn't do that, this trap is left over from the great woodchuck wars and they wouldn't go in the trap unless both doors were open . Thanks for the suggestion!
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Woodchucks are the hardest thing I ever tried to catch.
They were fast and I had to put bricks on the tops of the doors to bring them down with more authority. Only ever caught one and it was a baby.
Yes, rocks on the doors. I found i caught more if there was no bait in the trap, I guess they would go in the trap because it was some shelter from predators (coyotes and hawks). One year I caught 13 of them, a big problem since they would wipe out a whole row of crops in one visit. Plus they would bite holes in the drip irrigation for a sip of water. I am not a hunter and try to live in harmony with nature but enough is enough when I was reliant on the garden for food.
Our dogs backed up a woodchuck against a big oak tree. I saw what was happening, grabbed up a plastic garbage can and scooped up the groundhog. It tried to get out and I had to bounce the can up and down to prevent that. I had my hands full with the dogs and the hog. I found a lid, tied it on and took the hog down a back road about a half mile away from our garden.
My second interaction with a ground hog was when one took down a row of green beans in our garden. I figured the hog would be back so I got my grandfathers 22, climbed up on the roof with a lawnchair and a six pack and stood watch. The barn was up behind the garden and the hog came out from the foundation. I took a shot and the hog disappeared. Didn't find it or any blood. Two weeks later I dragged my canoe out of the barn loaded up and went out to run the New River. Fifty yards from the put in and I noticed water coming in. I found I missed the hog but shot a hole in my canoe.
I had a large vegetable garden at one point. Woodchucks were the most destructive of all critters. I would shoot them on site with a .22 but if you missed you never seemed to get another shot. Garden is gone now so we live in peace.
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rat trap baited with peanut butter? If you do, tie it down.
Aaaaaaannnd @Hawks Chris proves his own point 🤓🤓🤓
**ours… fify 😂😂 Damn speech to text.
A good cigar and whiskey solve most problems.
Tiped every word.
Nolite Oblivisci Peniculus Dentes
Typed
Wife asked me to take her fishing, so I pulled the ole bass tracker out and got her cleaned up today. Feels pretty satisfying.
Did you clean your boat, too?
I know, You're a big dog and I'm on the list.
Let's eat, GrandMa. / Let's eat GrandMa. -- Punctuation saves lives
It'll be fine once the swelling goes down.
LMFAO… I was going to say… We’re still talking about the boat, right?
A good cigar and whiskey solve most problems.
Where do I find my current password to cigar.com ?
My computer has suddenly decided to stop opening Brave browser, where all of my passwords are saved, so I can only login on my phone, but that doesn't show me the password box with the little eyeball to reveal the password. I can't seem to find it in my account, while on my phone. I don't want to reset the password either, because I hate, absolutely hate, coming up with new passwords.
If you have the password saved in your phone you should be able to go into your phone settings and find it.
Thanks Rusty, I got it by unchecking the "Hide" toggle in the password box before clicking in the username box. And so, wouldn't you know, Brave started working for the first time in 2+ days. Fvcking technology.
Checking out the kid's toy box. The black car is an '87 Grand National, couldn't get a good picture. The blue mustang is one he built from a salvage.
"If you do not read the newspapers you're uninformed. If you do read the newspapers, you're misinformed." -- Mark Twain
The McLaren and grand national are awesome.
Is the Grand National a GNX?
I'll have to ask him. I know it's turbo-charged, waste gate set at 14, and it'll smoke the tires at a drop of a hat, or foot. He said it was the fastest production model from the U.S. at the time.
"If you do not read the newspapers you're uninformed. If you do read the newspapers, you're misinformed." -- Mark Twain
Could be a GNX then. There were just over 500 produced in 1987, and they were the fastest "production" car in the U.S.
I asked, he said “I wish “. He then went on to explain the 500, plus 30 more that were made to satisfy the dealers. There was a 2 tenths of a second difference in the quarter mile times between the GNX and the production models, as well as a few other factors.
Still a badass car.
"If you do not read the newspapers you're uninformed. If you do read the newspapers, you're misinformed." -- Mark Twain
Well after hanging out with Chris @Hawks kid, got pulled over today 🤬🤬. He said “while impressive, that was incredibly insane, extremely dumb and I should be acting the age that matches the gray on my face”. 🖕🏼
A good cigar and whiskey solve most problems.
Very badass, especially for the mid-80s.
Funny story: I had an 86 Shelby Charger just like this one:
. It was a 2.2 liter turbocharged 4 cylinder, 5-speed manual, and was pretty fast. It was a sleeper, especially against the doggish V-8s of the day. I could routinely destroy Mustangs and Camaros off the line. Once, at 4 consecutive stoplights in Pottsville PA, I annihilated a former classmate who had an 84 or 85 Camaro IROC Z (305, not 350 c.i.d.), being at least two car lengths ahead by the time I was shifting into second gear.
Anyway, everyone knew about the GNX, and wanted to go against one. I knew there was one in the area, and was fairly aching to meet him someday. So, my girlfriend at the time (now my wife) had a birthday coming up in mid-December. A woman I worked with was a baker on the side, and she made a beautiful, hand crafted and hand-decorated cake in the shape of a snowman. As I recall, it was about 16-18" tall and cost somewhere around $40 (remember, 1987 and I'm working for $251 a week). So on the day she delivered it to me at work, and said "Be very careful driving home with it.", I pulled out of the parking lot and, you guessed it, the GNX cruiises past me in the passing lane, and gets stopped at the first traffic light, with no one along side of him. There we are, side by side, no one behind us, no one in front of us, nothing, him glancing over at me, me peeking out of the corner of my eye with my heart racing, and I have this delicate birthday cake to surprise my future wife with later that evening, sitting in the back cargo area on a little cardboard tray. What a dilemma.
I let him go, a decision I regret to this day. No, on paper I couldn't take him, but I was a pretty darn good driver, fast on shifting, and unafraid to get everything the car had, but I was unwilling to destroy the cake. Ughh. I should have been cleaning icing and crumbs out of the back the next day, and explaining to my future wife and in-laws how my life would be worthless if I was afraid to take up challenges and opportunities when they appeared. But no, I saved the cake, lost a piece of my manliness, a got a wife. It still hurts though.
Geez, I thought my story was enough to warn you. My kid is bad news. Your fault.
Edit because of my poor English skills due to a lacking education system.
Nolite Oblivisci Peniculus Dentes
Back on the roofs to repair raccoon damage. I'll try to trap it again but have had no luck in the past.
Walked out the ridge behind the house about 100 yards. Found four uprooted oaks that were at least 33 inches in diameter. Big tangled mess with only a game trail for access.
Dropped down into our spring hollow. The hollow was protected from the wind of Helene so only a few trees were busted up. Checked our spring fed reservoir and our two springs. All good. We now have a couple of wells but years ago we pumped water up to the house from the reservoir. Found two whitetail kills. Only hair and bones left. Coyote kills for sure. Back up to the house following the old water line. Busted trees uprooted trees and tree tops all tangled up. Had to crawl under and over.Lots of fuel on the ground and lots of Widow Makers. We will never recover totally from Helene.
@silvermouse said:
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Big Hav A Heart and canned cling peaches…
I tried that and three nights in a row it got the bait, sprung the trap, and sauntered off, feeling cool and accomplished. This is no ordinary raccoon, lol.
<
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Did you close one end and put the peaches all the way in?
Real big ones can keep the door open with their backs and still get the food.
Good point, I didn't do that, this trap is left over from the great woodchuck wars and they wouldn't go in the trap unless both doors were open . Thanks for the suggestion!
.
.
Woodchucks are the hardest thing I ever tried to catch.
They were fast and I had to put bricks on the tops of the doors to bring them down with more authority. Only ever caught one and it was a baby.
Yes, rocks on the doors. I found i caught more if there was no bait in the trap, I guess they would go in the trap because it was some shelter from predators (coyotes and hawks). One year I caught 13 of them, a big problem since they would wipe out a whole row of crops in one visit. Plus they would bite holes in the drip irrigation for a sip of water. I am not a hunter and try to live in harmony with nature but enough is enough when I was reliant on the garden for food.
Our dogs backed up a woodchuck against a big oak tree. I saw what was happening, grabbed up a plastic garbage can and scooped up the groundhog. It tried to get out and I had to bounce the can up and down to prevent that. I had my hands full with the dogs and the hog. I found a lid, tied it on and took the hog down a back road about a half mile away from our garden.
My second interaction with a ground hog was when one took down a row of green beans in our garden. I figured the hog would be back so I got my grandfathers 22, climbed up on the roof with a lawnchair and a six pack and stood watch. The barn was up behind the garden and the hog came out from the foundation. I took a shot and the hog disappeared. Didn't find it or any blood. Two weeks later I dragged my canoe out of the barn loaded up and went out to run the New River. Fifty yards from the put in and I noticed water coming in. I found I missed the hog but shot a hole in my canoe.
I had a large vegetable garden at one point. Woodchucks were the most destructive of all critters. I would shoot them on site with a .22 but if you missed you never seemed to get another shot. Garden is gone now so we live in peace.