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Re: Crayfish cocktail for din dins.

Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2017 6:59 pm
by Russ
OldUsedParts wrote:If I post the Funny Comment that first came to my mind, Gator, wouldn't just Ban me from the Forum - - - - He might even have me deported to Iceland where BBQ is NOT KING. :whiteflag: :laughing7: :D :lol:


Pm me,lol

Russ

Re: Crayfish cocktail for din dins.

Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2017 7:04 pm
by woodenvisions
What he said ^^^^^^^^^^


I wanna hear it too, lmao

Re: Crayfish cocktail for din dins.

Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2017 7:12 pm
by Russ
Morse code???

Lmao.

Russ

Re: Crayfish cocktail for din dins.

Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2017 7:28 pm
by OldUsedParts
check your PMs gentlemen :tup:

Re: Crayfish cocktail for din dins.

Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2017 7:41 pm
by Russ
Lol, done.

Russ

Re: Crayfish cocktail for din dins.

Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2017 7:47 pm
by woodenvisions
Lol, ur Killin me Emm !!!

Re: Crayfish cocktail for din dins.

Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2017 11:48 pm
by Boots
My Dad's stud horse was a 16-2 sorrel with a blanket and four complete stockings, probably about 1200 pounds, with Top Deck / Native Dancer / Nasrullah in the bloodline. Don't see too many Apps that look like Secretariat in a snowstorm. As a baby, when it was hot, he would methodically climb, one leg at a time, all the way into a steel horse trough and splash around fer hours playing around and staying cool. Then he would methodically climb out, one leg at a time, like no big deal, never once panicked or fell. During a wash he would grab the end of the hose in his teeth and just stand there and suck the water out. Clever lad.

Ol Tunder is his grandson.

Re: Crayfish cocktail for din dins.

Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2017 12:28 am
by Russ
Boots wrote:My Dad's stud horse was a 16-2 sorrel with a blanket and four complete stockings, probably about 1200 pounds, with Top Deck / Native Dancer / Nasrullah in the bloodline. Don't see too many Apps that look like Secretariat in a snowstorm. As a baby, when it was hot, he would methodically climb, one leg at a time, all the way into a steel horse trough and splash around fer hours playing around and staying cool. Then he would methodically climb out, one leg at a time, like no big deal, never once panicked or fell. During a wash he would grab the end of the hose in his teeth and just stand there and suck the water out. Clever lad.

Ol Tunder is his grandson.


Nice story.
My friend who passed away 3 years ago, he trained for me til he got sick.he told me his dad used to have a horse that would play with a stick, throw it up and catch it. I never doubted him the story. You hear of them unbolt ing stable doors as well.

Russ