All About Pocket Knives

A few days ago on Bastille Day I celebrated my 65th birthday.

This is where I spent my birthday: This is what I was doing: (with one of the grandsons) This is what I had for dinner (note my "steak knife", the GEC #53 from the June AAPK drawing): This is my lovely wife who accompanied me to my birthday dinner: It was a sporting good birthday!

Good shot dogg. Not many actual squirrels around here and I'm not sure if they're gophers, darn things are about 5 inches long. Likely they are moles. They grow a lot of hay around here and the farmers let guys set up in their trucks on a bench rest/ shooting table In the back of the pickup to take out as many as they can. I guess they have some sort of competitions related to it head shot equals more points, 2 in 1 shot more points excetera. If you ever hunted a "pivot" before the shots can be long. We have some Little Critters on the 400-yard Range trying to make it from one side to the next. They're pretty small and running so they're hard to hit especially at 300 yards. Doesn't stop me from trying when I see one.
Jerry

OH YA Orvet a piece of Heaven ::tu::Thanx Jerry and ya know ya gut ta take the challenge caus ya never know

Dale - that was a good way to spend a birthday! Great photos! Hey, I am going to indulge in a bit of bragging here. I am only(!) 62, and my beard is whiter than yours!

orvet wrote:A few days ago on Bastille Day I celebrated my 65th birthday.

Dale, Happy 65th my friend. Looks like you had a good one.

Ray

Dinadan wrote:Dale - that was a good way to spend a birthday! Great photos! Hey, I am going to indulge in a bit of bragging here. I am only(!) 62, and my beard is whiter than yours!

Thanks Mel, it was a great way to spend the day!
If it was up to my Dad's and his genes, I would look like Santa!
Dad has been snow white for the for the last 30 years.
Mom's hair is a light grey. She says it is all her Cherokee blood. Mom & Dad are both 87 this year.

Dale, did I remember to wish you a happy 65th? If I didn't, let me do it now. If I did, let me double up so you'll know I'm sincere. Happy 65th Marine. Semper Fi.

jerryd6818 wrote:Dale, did I remember to wish you a happy 65th? If I didn't, let me do it now. If I did, let me double up so you'll know I'm sincere. Happy 65th Marine. Semper Fi.

At my age I cannot remember, so I guess it stands to reason that you, being much my senior, cannot remember either.

orvet wrote:

jerryd6818 wrote:Dale, did I remember to wish you a happy 65th? If I didn't, let me do it now. If I did, let me double up so you'll know I'm sincere. Happy 65th Marine. Semper Fi.

At my age I cannot remember, so I guess it stands to reason that you, being much my senior, cannot remember either.

That's God's own truth. Half the time I couldn't remember my own name if I didn't have it sewn in my skivvies.

Seems as thought the Outdoorsman Thread tends to make me hungry at times, squirrel and rice, bass filets and cheese grits and what looks like nice catch of spotted seatrout! Dale looks like you had a great birthday , fishing and eating .
We're are tryin' to grow some peas (a southern field pea, Zipper Cream), haven't been doing much because of our health issues (old age) but it looks like we have a good crop coming on. The deer made a pass by sometime on Sunday as we noticed tracks Sunday afternoon. We promptly scattered some Milorganite around the patch in hope of keeping the deer at bay. This morning the peas were still on the vines so I figure the Milorganite is working. We picked a couple of 5 gallon buckets before it got too hot this morning.
The peas are a real staple for a lot of traditional southern country cooks.
Here are a couple of pictures of what I'm ramblin' about : Treefarmer

Your soil looks like white sand ? What are the peas growing in ?
kj

Looks good Philip ! Post up some more pics when you have them prepped and then cooked up, you have me curious!

jerryd6818 wrote:

orvet wrote:

jerryd6818 wrote:Dale, did I remember to wish you a happy 65th? If I didn't, let me do it now. If I did, let me double up so you'll know I'm sincere. Happy 65th Marine. Semper Fi.

At my age I cannot remember, so I guess it stands to reason that you, being much my senior, cannot remember either.

That's God's own truth. Half the time I couldn't remember my own name if I didn't have it sewn in my skivvies.

...dale & jerry: when I was 65, I could still remember stuff!!!............ ................

Me too, Tommy. When I was 65.

KJoe, it is sand, actually it is a soil series known as Goldsboro loamy course sand. It is what the Good Lord put here and we have been farming it for over 40 years and have grown corn, soybeans, watermelons, pine trees and cattle without difficulty. This sand has been providing us a place to plant the family garden those same years.
10-4 Mike, we'll do a little tutorial on southern field peas .
Treefarmer

313 Mike wrote:Looks good Philip ! Post up some more pics when you have them prepped and then cooked up, you have me curious!

What he said.......

Been taking the boys swimming daily for the last couple weeks at the condo community pool, but I did slip in a quick
mission last week.

Only took them 5 minutes to decide to build a fort. The woods are magic.....kids come to life!!

Hard to see them in the 2nd pic, but they all squeezed in!

Neat. Are the 3 boys your sons ?
kj

kootenay joe wrote:Neat. Are the 3 boys your sons ?
kj

Nope....2 grands and one sub-grand!!

Perfect practice for either sniper hides or deer hunting blinds. Way to go Scott. You may have some future Marines there.

jerryd6818 wrote:Perfect practice for either sniper hides or deer hunting blinds. Way to go Scott. You may have some future Marines there.

It would be something if it worked out to be so wouldn't it?

When at the pool we play Green Beret Marco Polo!! Know how to play that?
It's easy......no one talks, it's all by feel (moving water) and sound (when coming up or going down into the water).

TripleF wrote: The woods are magic.....kids come to life!!

That is so true. I still remember those Sunday afternoons when us boys would finally be free to head off into the woods ... boredom never happened in the woods!

Dinadan wrote:

TripleF wrote: The woods are magic.....kids come to life!!

That is so true. I still remember those Sunday afternoons when us boys would finally be free to head off into the woods ... boredom never happened in the woods!

Oh God yes. When we would gather down at my Grandpa's place, it was swinging from grape vines, (corn) cob fights, running through the woods like a bunch of wild Indians, wading in the creek, riding Grandpa's plow horse, "Old Marthee" (don't you boys run her) and seeing who could catch the most Bluegills out of the pond down the hill from the chicken house. My God, those were the BEST of times.

For us here in Northern Mn. it was building tree houses, hunting rabbits and grouse, and riding our bikes to one of the local lakes for swimming or rowing an old heavy wooden boat all over the lake fishing or catching painted turtles with a dip net. We kept the fish and released the turtles. No life jackets while on the lake and a couple little kids toting a .22's or 12 gauge shotguns which were bigger than we were along with hatchets and hunting knives, and I can't ever remember even coming close to having any kind of accident or close call unless you count the time we got the crazy idea to shoot steel tipped target arrows straight up in the air after sunset when you couldn't see them coming down (three at a time in each bow and four dumb kids all shooting at the same time). There were a couple close calls doing that, but nobody ever got actually stuck in the top of the head with an arrow. Mom knew about all of it except the arrows.___Dave

Good stuff, Scott!
Jerry, that was my thoughts about Scott's crew's fort, it would make a great deer blind. About 30 years ago my son and I hunted with an old man who made ground blinds similar to this. He was too old to climb so he sat in a lawn chair in a brush pile and was successful, I'm almost to that point too.
As a kid 60+ years ago, one big things was coon huntin' at night with a bunch of sorry dogs. We caught a few possums and got a lot of 'skeeter bites. The woods were full of rattlesnakes, the creeks had cottonmouths and 'gators some how we all survived that part of our childhood.
Fishin' in the creek behind the house was also a big consumer of time. The creek was actually a river, one of the tributaries of the St. Johns River. It was the Little Econlockhatchee River, which fed into the Big Econ, which poured into the St. Johns north of Puzzle Lake, a very confusing part of the St. Johns in east Central Florida .
Shot bass with a .22 from a tree leaning over a sandbar in the creek. My dad used to have me go and catch gold shiners from the creek so he could go bass fishing in some of the lakes around Orange County back in the day. We caught the shiners on dough balls, put 'em in a minnow bucket and hope they would live long enough for "Pop" to catch a big bass or two.
Camped by the creek till one evening a panther screamed down in the creek. That put a halt to the camping by the creek swamp! I remember a fast retreat to the house and mother wondering what in the world got after you boys?
When you reminisce you must be gettin' old.
Treefarmer