My brother has this GMC truck he uses to go out west when he is bow hunting. It has these old factory steel rims and some crappy old tires that are starting to get cracks in them from weathering and old age. It's time for some new wheels on that baby. The rims on it currently were painted white, and the paint is all peeling off so it looks pretty rough.
They don't have to be the fanciest wheels out there, some high end custom rims or anything. Just some regular aluminum or chrome mags will do just fine. The truck itself is a short box step side, made in 1976. It has full time four wheel drive and a positraction rear diff, so it can really go places in the bush.
He was thinking of looking around some of the local wrecking yards and such. I suggested looking online for them at kijiji or somewhere like that, but Gordon isn't much of a computer guy. He can take em or he can leave em, and he usually just leaves em turned off.
There are a lot of other places online that you can look at to find GMC Sierra truck wheels, so I'm gonna do a little checking for him myself. It has to be on the lower end of the price scale, since his hunting truck is by no means a shiny new unit.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Drugs To Grow Taller? Give Me a Break, Shortie!
I keep getting the weirdest spam. I get male organ enlargement spam, I get promises of male arousement. I get all kinds of messages telling me I won the lottery. Every other day someone from a far off land somehow gets my email address and wants to send me all of their dead relative's money. I get countless online offers to make bajillions without any work, all online before breakfast.
But this one takes the cake. Just order up these drugs to grow taller and you will sprout a few inches!
This has to be bull crap. I mean, even a redneck like me can spot an outright scam. I don't believe your willie will grow by sticking it in a vacuum pump, I don't believe I can make a bajillion without doing any work, and I don't believe any drugs are gonna make me taller. They might make me think I'm taller, or they might make me not care that I'm short, or they might make me happy so I forget about my height issues. But they won't make me taller. Get a life, spammers and con artists!
But this one takes the cake. Just order up these drugs to grow taller and you will sprout a few inches!
This has to be bull crap. I mean, even a redneck like me can spot an outright scam. I don't believe your willie will grow by sticking it in a vacuum pump, I don't believe I can make a bajillion without doing any work, and I don't believe any drugs are gonna make me taller. They might make me think I'm taller, or they might make me not care that I'm short, or they might make me happy so I forget about my height issues. But they won't make me taller. Get a life, spammers and con artists!
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Always Take Your GPS When You Go Hunting
Like I mentioned before in my archery entry, I don't hunt myself, but I live around many who do. My brother and sister in law go together with a group of hunters to the same camp, and they always take a GarmanGPS with them. That wasn't always the case, but since what happened to Ken and his dad they decided it would be a good idea. They all go out west to the same wilderness area, so there are no other people for miles except maybe the other hunters and the forestry or oilfield workers, so if anything goes wrong out there you are up the creek without any sort of paddle.
I'm not sure exactly Ken and his dad were planning that day, other than drinking a lot of beer and finding a big buck. Part of their particular deer hunter tactics involved drinking all day and scouting out tracks and such. This necessitated leaving the truck behind since the trails were not vehicle friendly and they didn't bring atv's.I guess they wandered down one too many cutlines and took a few too many turns and before you know it they were as lost as two rednecks in New York. I imagine all the beer didn't help one bit, but there you have it. In the fall during deer hunting season, it gets pretty cold at night and they figured they might be in real trouble. Ken figured if he kept walking and checking, eventually he might find a spot with cell phone service.
It must have been a long hike with the deer rifles and the beer. Of course, after the beer ran out they realized that they didn't bring any snacks or water. It was somewhere around midnight when he finally found a hilltop where his cell phone would work. One of the biggest problems with not having a plan in the morning is that the other hunters at the camp had no idea where to look for them. So even though they knew Ken and his dad were missing, they weren't sure what part of the wilderness to look in. That meant a search party wasn't sent out when they got Ken's phone call, they just told them to stay put and wait for light. Neither one was hurt or in any immediate distress besides hung over, so they would have to tough it out.
Long story short, Ken and his dad spent the night outside, and found their way out in the morning after the beer wore off. Good thing they had warm clothes on.
So yeah, take a GPS with you if you go into the back country. Learn how to use it before you need it. And don't drink a pile of beer, or you won't be able to run the GPS anyways.
I'm not sure exactly Ken and his dad were planning that day, other than drinking a lot of beer and finding a big buck. Part of their particular deer hunter tactics involved drinking all day and scouting out tracks and such. This necessitated leaving the truck behind since the trails were not vehicle friendly and they didn't bring atv's.I guess they wandered down one too many cutlines and took a few too many turns and before you know it they were as lost as two rednecks in New York. I imagine all the beer didn't help one bit, but there you have it. In the fall during deer hunting season, it gets pretty cold at night and they figured they might be in real trouble. Ken figured if he kept walking and checking, eventually he might find a spot with cell phone service.
It must have been a long hike with the deer rifles and the beer. Of course, after the beer ran out they realized that they didn't bring any snacks or water. It was somewhere around midnight when he finally found a hilltop where his cell phone would work. One of the biggest problems with not having a plan in the morning is that the other hunters at the camp had no idea where to look for them. So even though they knew Ken and his dad were missing, they weren't sure what part of the wilderness to look in. That meant a search party wasn't sent out when they got Ken's phone call, they just told them to stay put and wait for light. Neither one was hurt or in any immediate distress besides hung over, so they would have to tough it out.
Long story short, Ken and his dad spent the night outside, and found their way out in the morning after the beer wore off. Good thing they had warm clothes on.
So yeah, take a GPS with you if you go into the back country. Learn how to use it before you need it. And don't drink a pile of beer, or you won't be able to run the GPS anyways.
Friday, January 2, 2009
I'm Not an Expert Archer, But I Can Shoot!
I love bow and arrow. I don't hunt, and I don't go to competitions or anything. I just like to shoot the darn things.
One of the advantages of Eckville property and rural living is that out on my acreage, I can pretty much set up an archery target anywhere I like and I won't be bothered. I used to live in the city of Red Deer and that wasn't the case. If you are living on a chunk of Red Deer real estate, you need to be very careful where you aim your arrows! Neighbours can be a ral pain in the a$$ when they are afraid you will put an arrow through them by accident.
I inherited my uncles old bear bow and all of his archery arrows last year. I need to get the bow restrung. It is a plain old longbow, no recurve or anything fancy like that, and probably he owned it in the early 60's or late 50's so it is a real antique. I haven't shot that one. Sure you can't take down a deer with it quite as easy. I'm not a hunter, as I mentioned earlier, so I'm not really concerned with that. I also don't compete, so who really cares.
The arrows I received from my uncle's estate are as old as the bow; they have mostly field practice points, but there are a few hunting tips of the non removable variety. I don't use those at all.
The quiver the arrows came in is made of plain canvas, and the bottom is ripped out so it isn't very functional at all. I haven't replaced it since I want to keep these items pretty much like they are for antique value. I use my dad's old bow and some new target arrows I picked up. Some day I might try a compound bow, but right now I have fun just playing around with these old ones.
I haven't gone out to shoot since that last dump of snow, so maybe I should go put out a target. I just worry about losing them in the snow, and not being able to find any missed rrows until spring!
One of the advantages of Eckville property and rural living is that out on my acreage, I can pretty much set up an archery target anywhere I like and I won't be bothered. I used to live in the city of Red Deer and that wasn't the case. If you are living on a chunk of Red Deer real estate, you need to be very careful where you aim your arrows! Neighbours can be a ral pain in the a$$ when they are afraid you will put an arrow through them by accident.
I inherited my uncles old bear bow and all of his archery arrows last year. I need to get the bow restrung. It is a plain old longbow, no recurve or anything fancy like that, and probably he owned it in the early 60's or late 50's so it is a real antique. I haven't shot that one. Sure you can't take down a deer with it quite as easy. I'm not a hunter, as I mentioned earlier, so I'm not really concerned with that. I also don't compete, so who really cares.
The arrows I received from my uncle's estate are as old as the bow; they have mostly field practice points, but there are a few hunting tips of the non removable variety. I don't use those at all.
The quiver the arrows came in is made of plain canvas, and the bottom is ripped out so it isn't very functional at all. I haven't replaced it since I want to keep these items pretty much like they are for antique value. I use my dad's old bow and some new target arrows I picked up. Some day I might try a compound bow, but right now I have fun just playing around with these old ones.
I haven't gone out to shoot since that last dump of snow, so maybe I should go put out a target. I just worry about losing them in the snow, and not being able to find any missed rrows until spring!
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