okay so this one is going to make people laugh at both of us .. my compressor is the older one, they have two more new ones and I believe they still have mine too.. the new ones are better and more expensive.. the top one is double cylinders and pumps double the air but it is AC only.. not battery or transformer..
so you took apart a fishing reel I'm guessing that I was 10 or so and I got the bright idea of taking the spokes off the bicycle wheel, I forgot what I was trying to do, but I think I was trying to put a 3 speed hub on a single speed dirt bike wheel and I ended up with a pile of spokes and the two hubs and rims.. you didn't say what happened with the fishing reel but my grandfather had to get the spokes put back in at the bicycle shop because I couldn't figure out the order and it was definitely not straight.. I was in trouble.. and only allowed to use the spoke tool for tightening up the spokes under supervision
you'll never make a enemy with me unless you resort to calling me bad words.. or if either of us had something to sell and the money or thing didn't happen.. I don't tolerate being cheated.. lost a lot of money farming because seemingly trustworthy people asked for credit and got hay, but I never got the money.. it was really good hay, OSU said it was the best in Oregon every year in testing.. I couldn't believe it, but they did a complete analysis and since it was so good quality they came out and took soil samples and they wanted all the details and wrote a paper on it to help struggling neighbors farms.. so it benefitted others..
lastly I took have learned a lot from others.. unfortunately two problems.. I have only made a few friends on here and I was very lucky that he was friendly and invited me to shoot with him.. I got to shoot guns I probably can't afford to touch someone else's
the other thing is I didn't get along good with my generation but most of my friends were my parents age or even grandparents age.. those old timers, best thing to do is ask questions and just listen.. they have seen it all and done it all also they worked harder than most, did without a lot during the depression and well I think we could hope to be half as good and knowledgeable about practical things.. they even know things that are not written down or mapped.. for me it's hard, they have all passed.. I miss them.. fortunately I still have my parents. they mean the world to me.. it's one thing I can't tolerate with the younger generation.. lots could care less about their parents..
ok last part.. hopefully I don't disappoint you.. Rogue River Oregon.. I live 12 miles out of town, end of the road, end of the power line and it's a beautiful forest, similar to where I grew up and lived my life but not rugged and wonderful as where I grew up.. but it is better than where I grew up now comparing the two.. I used to live out of North Fork California.. but way out of I.. just below mammoth pool.. South of Yosemite.. I could ride my horse with or without a string of horses behind me and half a day be on the back side of half dome..I grew up and lived totally off grid..electricity and phone and snow plow ended 13 miles away. also thanks to old maps and old timers I knew where every cave and mine was.. even ones not on the maps.. one even had a old steam engine in front of it and another one had a unique winch donkey and a crusher on opposite ends with the engine in the middle.. so when you grow up like that it's hard to find anything that is as wonderful.. but it's all burned down and the USFS collapse all the mine intrenses they knew about and scrapped all the antiques they found.. but if I compare both places currently this area is better..
if you want to talk about it more you are welcome to PM me and I can send you pictures of the area and continue having great conversations. I hope you enjoy the pictures I tried to attach
Mark
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Wow, thanks for sharing the pics!! Certainly looks like a little slice of heaven on earth to me. Seeing the cattle tank reminds me of summers as a kid on the farm... the only places I had to swim were the big pond (red clay, never cleared up) and the cattle tank. Used to get a kick out of sliding down in the tank, cooling off, and when a cow or horse would come to get a drink, they would shy away as soon as I moved. Until they got used to me being there, then they would just drink and ignore me, lol. I remember visiting Grant's Pass with my grandparents when I was a kid, but was too young to truly appreciate the area like I know I would today.
The fishing reel went back together without any issues (I'm pretty mechanically inclined, so that has never been an issue). Now, did I ever get the hang of CASTING a bait caster? No. Got so tired of the hornet's nest of line I caused, and never owned a reel like that. (They work great for drop-fishing straight down). One of the mechanical things in life that left me feeling very dumb, lol. My dad sure was good at casting it, though.
Love the spokes story. That's hilarious.
And we feel much the same way about maltreatment and dishonesty. I have tried to pass that along to my kids, but I see such a lack of it in their generation these days. It's really sad to witness.
What's the story behind the critter in the last pic?
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