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Discussion in 'The Okie Corral' started by Hoochrunners, May 29, 2020.
Very cool! I was just watching a Baltimore Oriole nest in my front yard. Mom is bringing food in so the babies aren't ready yet.
My next door neighbor has one of those active right now.
Yes, very cool. When I first read the title of the thread, I thought you were speaking of the third week of Airborne School at Ft. Benning. Now THAT was "Jump Day."
Me too. But I was thinking of PJ's.
BF and his surfing buddy (the PJ) want me to go sky diving with them. No way. I'll stick with scuba diving.
I haven't heard those words since 1976.
Went to Airborne School in May 1974. Ran in spit shined combat boots and starched fatigues unlike today.
Yep, combat boots. Spit shined. Then hit the showers hoping your boots didn't get wet.
Interesting how mom communicates that today is the day and they all jump
No duds. At least 9 eggs.
Mike. Mike. Mike. Mike. Mike.
Guess what day it is.
Several years ago I was camping with my wife, and we're sitting by the campfire just chilling. This stuff starts falling off the tree on the leaves behind her, making a racket. Turn around to see what's falling off the tree and we see the ducklings. The funny thing was they kept on coming down one after the other: there must have been over 10 of them all in all, and they were coming down from quite high up.
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Ahhhh....memories of new and shiney boots. Mid Spetember 1968 up in the mountains near a place called "Mutter's Ridge" in the "I Corps" area under the DMZ in Vietnam. We(Foxtrot Co. 2/26 3rdMarine Div.) had been on that hill for three days waiting for supplies, as the choppers couldn't fly with heavy cloud cover. Finally they did arrive and we all got a bunch of c-rats but also clothes and boots. My old pair were falling off my feet almost. Well I got a brand new pair and they fit real fine.
We were all eating, relaxing, some playing "Back-Alley" it was kinda nice and the sun was shining. All of a sudden we hear the sound of at least three mortar tubes firing and we all were diving into our foxholes. After I jumped into mine my new boots were covered in orange mud/muck at the bottom of the clay/mud hole. With incoming still going on I still had to laugh at my orange boots.
Damn ****s ruined your boots. Thanks for going over there.
That was real ducky.
Ahhhh...quack, quack, quack, ahhhh...quack, quack, quack, so funny I remembered to laugh.
You could get a job at Duck Commander.
ALL THE WAY SIR!
Great video. Thanks for sharing.
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