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TR: Small boy, smallmouth (long)
Wolfgang typed:
"Frank Reid Đ 2008" wrote in message ... Donīt take risks like Mr Reid, donīt fill your backpack with your seed, and if you do, make sure you duck, or youīll have twenty years bad luck! Now, that's the Mike we all know. Then again, are you implying that's the Frank you all know? Well, it's not the Frank we all knew......for now, anyway. What else really matters? Frank Reid (who's found some amazing things you can do with a 10 horse power rototiller) Nothing to do with personal grooming, we hope. :( I was going to volunteer "dentistry". -- TL, Tim ------------------------- http://css.sbcma.com/timj |
TR: Small boy, smallmouth (long)
On Aug 12, 3:48*pm, Steve Cain wrote:
On Aug 11, 7:37 pm, wrote: On Aug 12, 1:09 am, riverman wrote: On Aug 12, 5:06 am, Frank Reid Đ 2008 wrote: I had an equivalent backpack. *Took my then two-year-old out in it. |
TR: Small boy, smallmouth (long)
On Aug 12, 2:55*pm, Frank Reid Đ 2008 wrote:
Donīt take risks like Mr Reid, donīt fill your backpack with your seed, and if you do, make sure you duck, or youīll have twenty years bad luck! Now, that's the Mike we all know. *Then again, are you implying that's the Frank you all know? Frank Reid (who's found some amazing things you can do with a 10 horse power rototiller) Who really knows anybody? Much less on the internet? Reidīs "Accidents, Incidents and their Avoidance", ( by one who didn īt), is however legend. Was hoping to see a "Double Reid" introduced as an Olympic discipline, but they would probably have just faked it. TL MC Hazel Joe, http://www.mike1.bplaced.net/Wikka/HazelJoe TL MC http://www.mike1.bplaced.net/Wikka/HomePage |
TR: Small boy, smallmouth (long)
(who's found some amazing things you can do with a 10 horse power
rototiller) Nothing to do with personal grooming, we hope. * * * * :( I was going to volunteer "dentistry". Well, if you have a bum shoulder, just don't duct tape the "go" safety handle down on one of these things, 'cause duct tape is really hard to remove on a bucking, self-propelled killing machine. Then again, ground woodchuck makes good fertilizer and I found out that the neighbor's german shepard is not so vicious after all. I now believe he's part greyhound. As I told the owner, the bobbed tail look is in this year. Frank "slightly removed from suburbia" Reid |
TR: Small boy, smallmouth (long)
On Aug 12, 9:53*pm, Frank Reid Đ 2008 wrote:
(who's found some amazing things you can do with a 10 horse power rototiller) Nothing to do with personal grooming, we hope. * * * * :( I was going to volunteer "dentistry". Well, if you have a bum shoulder, just don't duct tape the "go" safety handle down on one of these things, 'cause duct tape is really hard to remove on a bucking, self-propelled killing machine. *Then again, ground woodchuck makes good fertilizer and I found out that the neighbor's german shepard is not so vicious after all. *I now believe he's part greyhound. *As I told the owner, the bobbed tail look is in this year. Frank "slightly removed from suburbia" Reid A great deal of luck is required to get away with a lot of things. My next door neighbour taped the "Dead manīs handle" down on my motor mower, which he had borrowed to cut a rather rough patch of grass behind his house, apparently simply because he got fed up with holding it. This of course prevented the mower from shutting off automatically. He had also taped the cut-out on the seat, which otherwise also cut the engine when one dismounted. He is still a little hazy on the details, but apparently he did dismount in order to free a polythene bag which was jamming the cutters on one side of the mower, in which endeavour he was also successful, but, as the bag came free. the slipping clutch engaged, and the blades proceeded to whirl at high speed, taking three of his fingers along with them. In his shock, he grabbed at something to hold on to with his other hand, which happened to be the stick shift, causing the tractor to shoot away across his backyard, where it demolished a small greenhouse, shredded its way through a vegetable garden, and finally came to a watery grave in his garden pond, where as we discovered later upon trying to extricate it, the oil and petrol running into his pond killed all his expensive Koi fish. Perhaps I am simply less adventurously inclined, but if it says "Safety handle", or something like that on something or other, I have a very strong tendency to leave it alone. Even though the engineers, designers, and manufacturers of these things may just have put it there to annoy me, forcing me to re-start the mower after dismounting to empty the grass bags, it may also be that they simply donīt want me to lose my fingers? Whatever, I have a very very healthy respect for all power tools, especially anything motor driven, like chain saws, concrete cutters, hedge trimmers, etc etc You get the idea? I have used these things for a very long time, also professionally, and I donīt have a scratch anywhere. I attribute this, among other things, largely to my assuming that the people who installed such safety levers, automatic cutouts etc etc, did so for a reason, and my consequent unwillingness to tamper with them. We only found one finger, his left index finger, and it was sewn back on at the hospital, but he has never been able to use it since. I stopped lending him my mower after that as well. TL MC |
TR: Small boy, smallmouth (long)
On Tue, 12 Aug 2008 12:48:07 -0700 (PDT),
wrote: Was hoping to see a "Double Reid" There is a half-Reid and a full-Reid. A double Reid would require his lovely wife Brenda to accompany him on a full-Reid, or for two fishermen, perhaps wading a current buddy-style, to both have a full immersion. I've had a double Reid with my granddaughter, many full Reids, and too many half Reids to count. LaCourse |
TR: Small boy, smallmouth (long)
On Aug 12, 11:13*pm, Dave LaCourse wrote:
On Tue, 12 Aug 2008 12:48:07 -0700 (PDT), wrote: Was hoping to see a "Double Reid" There is a half-Reid and a full-Reid. *A double Reid would require his lovely wife Brenda to accompany him on a full-Reid, or for two fishermen, perhaps wading a current buddy-style, to both have a full immersion. *I've had a double Reid with my granddaughter, many full Reids, and too many half Reids to count. LaCourse Rather odd really, but when I read Mr.Reids stuff, it conjures a number of things, "bending like a Reid in the wind" also takes on new meaning. Somehow I can see him being dragged along an erratic plough track by an insane machine, frantically clawing at the duct tape holding him irrevocably bound and steering him to his unknown destiny. It also reminds me of other things, an oboe solo I once heard, the works of Sigurd Olson; "I know my dream, know what I want to do, but it will die and I will continue doing the thing that is easy, live comfortably and after a time give up entirely. Then the ghost of what once was me, the bright flame of the personality that was Sig Olson adventurer, woodsman, explorer, author, lecturer, idealist, man of the wilderness will stroll through my rooms as a ghost, looking disdainfully at the comforts I have gained. Then when I am alone and it reproaches me, I will know the meaning of the words, He sold his birthright for a mess of pottage, for that is exactly what I have done. That is exactly what I have done. That is exactly what all men do who give up their dreams. A man who loses his dream is old, one who has it is perennially young, I see it now as I have always seen it, but now it is a stark reality". http://www.herondance.org/The-Works-...9_webpage.aspx Lots of other things come to mind as well, various mishaps and catastrophes. Our lives are largely mapped and defined by such................ TL MC http://www.mike1.bplaced.net/Wikka/HomePage |
TR: Small boy, smallmouth (long)
On Aug 12, 11:52*pm, wrote:
I fear however that "buddy wading" with Mr.Reid might merely turn out to be an adventurous and inventive way of committing suicide. Donīt think Iīll be lending him my motor mower any time soon either................... TL MC http://www.mike1.bplaced.net/Wikka/HomePage |
TR: Small boy, smallmouth (long)
Also, I finally remembered what had been scratching at the edges of my
mind of the matter, ( must have been the duct tape?) A man walks down the street He says why am I soft in the middle now Why am I soft in the middle The rest of my life is so hard I need a photo-opportunity I want a shot at redemption Don't want to end up a cartoon In a cartoon graveyard Bonedigger Bonedigger Dogs in the moonlight Far away my well-lit door Mr. Beerbelly Beerbelly Get these mutts away from me You know I don't find this stuff amusing anymore If you'll be my bodyguard I can be your long lost pal I can call you Betty And Betty when you call me You can call me Al A man walks down the street He says why am I short of attention Got a short little span of attention And wo my nights are so long Where's my wife and family What if I die here Who'll be my role-model Now that my role-model is Gone Gone He ducked back down the alley With some roly-poly little bat-faced girl All along along There were incidents and accidents There were hints and allegations If you'll be my bodyguard I can be your long lost pal I can call you Betty And Betty when you call me You can call me Al Call me Al A man walks down the street It's a street in a strange world Maybe it's the Third World Maybe it's his first time around He doesn't speak the language He holds no currency He is a foreign man He is surrounded by the sound The sound Cattle in the marketplace Scatterlings and orphanages He looks around, around He sees angels in the architecture Spinning in infinity He says Amen! and Hallelujah! If you'll be my bodyguard I can be your long lost pal I can call you Betty And Betty when you call me You can call me Al Call me Al Paul Simon TL MC http://www.mike1.bplaced.net/Wikka/HomePage |
TR: Small boy, smallmouth (long)
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