Chopping wood yesterday...

curious2c

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With a friend and his son, my oldest son and myself. on the beach. Slabbed off about ten blocks of wood from some nice 36" driftwood cedar. We were standing there, enjoying each others company, and talking.


I decided to split our wood as we were standing around, normally we just cut the blocks and then split them into quarters to be split at home.

I split one block off with the maul and my son watched as I proceeded to split a quarter down to firewood sized pieces. The wood split real well and I must have looked real strong as I did it.

Soon the young guys were wanting to try it themselves. My buddy and I downplayed it, but the more we downplayed, the more they wanted to try.

Soon those boys had split all ten of 'our' share and all ten of my buddy's share.

Us old guys told them that we'd have to load the rigs since that took special skill too. You guessed it, the young men decided that they could do that too. After a small arguement from the 'old' men, the young ones 'won' out.

Rigs well loaded, we headed home. On the way my young man looked at me and said..."we were Huck Finned weren't we?"

I just smiled.

What do you think? Did us older guy's 'Huck Finn' them youngsters?:D
 
Yep, they were Huck Finned.
You 'old' guys sure have it easy . . . :)
 
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The Heretic said:
Age and guile beat out youth and enthusiasm every time. :D

My son was talking smack the other day cracking wise.Calling me old man and what not.. He says he will be taller, faster, and stronger than me one day,, to which I answered this is true. Then I jokingly told him any time your feeling lucky punk take your best shot.. To which he answered no wa Dad because you'll always be meaner.. I couldn't have been more proud. I smiled and proceeded to tickle him relenlessly...................... :)
 
How come that never worked on my brothers growing up? I really tried to explain that i was having a lot of fun cleaning the toilets and that they'd never be able to do as good a job as I did, but they just agreed and said they didn't wanna interfere in my fun. Bastards. :mad:
 
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The Heretic said:
Age and guile beat out youth and enthusiasm every time. :D

Yep...so true. Later, unloading the rig at home, he talked his younger brother into unloading the rig by himself.

"Dad and I have to unload this...YOU can't...WE know how to stack it just right...you don't"

"I can to unload it. I could unload the whole thing and better than you"

"I doubt it. you can try though...I'll bet you a can of dew you can't unload this while rig and stack it right."

Of course...the youngest did unload and rig, and stacked it just right. He got me for the final inspection...after I said god job, his brother goes into the house and gets the bet payoff out of the fridge...heh heh like father like son.

Can't wait for the youngest to begin his own Huck Finning. Beauty of it...I hardly had to do a thing.:devil:
 
Nora said:
How come that never worked on my brothers growing up? I really tried to explain that i was having a lot of fun cleaning the toilets and that they'd never be able to do as good a job as I did, but they just agreed and said they didn't wanna interfere in my fun. Bastards. :mad:

Should have mentioned the money you found each time. Quarters and stuff.:devil: You would have had them then!
 
mbb308 said:
You actually "Tom Sawyered" them.

Yes, this is true...the oldest son refferred to it as 'Huck Finned' so I ran with that. Properly, Tom Sawyered is correct. I told him that later...he just shrugged his shoulders..."Either way, you old guys got us young guys to do your work for you.":devil:
 
So if a gal can make you sport wood, would that be a case of "Fuck Himing" someone? ;)
 
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loveyamon said:
My son was talking smack the other day cracking wise.Calling me old man and what not.. He says he will be taller, faster, and stronger than me one day,, to which I answered this is true. Then I jokingly told him any time your feeling lucky punk take your best shot.. To which he answered no wa Dad because you'll always be meaner.. I couldn't have been more proud. I smiled and proceeded to tickle him relenlessly...................... :)

YOungest son was in school and was asked by the teacher who was the toughest and meanest person he knew. "My dad"

I got a call that night. She (the teacher) was concerned about my 'meanness'. I had a good laugh. He was reffering to the saying...'Yeah though I walk through the valley of shadows and death I shall fear no evil since I am the meanest and toughest in the whole damn valley'... I had qouted that to his mother earlier that week in a joking reference and he had heard me.
 
Agent99 said:
So if a gal can make you sport wood, would that be a case of "Fuck Himing" someone? ;)

That would be more like...heh..."Fuck Her-ing" I think.:devil:
 
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curious2c said:
YOungest son was in school and was asked by the teacher who was the toughest and meanest person he knew. "My dad"

I got a call that night. She (the teacher) was concerned about my 'meanness'. I had a good laugh. He was reffering to the saying...'Yeah though I walk through the valley of shadows and death I shall fear no evil since I am the meanest and toughest in the whole damn valley'... I had qouted that to his mother earlier that week in a joking reference and he had heard me.

God knows what my son tells them.

I told him several years ago that, one day, the notion that he could "take" the Old Man would cross his mind. I told him not to bother, no matter how much bigger and stronger he might be, because he would never be as mean as I am, nor would he know what I do.

He heard me, and laughs about it to this day. This is good, because I'd have to pull out the biker bar tactics to whip his ass today.
 
I remember being sixteen and in an argument with my dad. I was real mad, mad as I ever had been. In my anger I took a swing at my dad.

Next thing I knew I was on the ground wondering what hit me.
Second mistake...getting up even madder.
On the ground again.
Finally got up...dad gave me a hand.

"What hit me?"

"Ummm...well son...I did"

Years later I found out that my father had been a golden gloves boxer...done real well at it too. He had never mentioned it to me ever. When he died my mom asked me if I wanted his trophies and stuff from his boxing days. He had done quite well at it is for certain. He never wanted me to box...thought it was too dangerous for his son. I gave his trophies to a local museum in the town I grew up in so that they could fill out an era of boxing in the local gym. Quite a few people boxed with my dad and they all never wanted to fight him again. I wish that he had told me about it long ago...oh well:)
 
Incidents like that teach us to rely on our wits as opposed to our brawn.
 
True..lesson learned...things are never as they may seem. Look beneath the surface at all things...you never know what you may find.
 
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