Thats why I moved to the country after growing up in the suburbs.
I pee of the porch even tho I live in the burbs. Too damn bad
So does my nephew.
Amen.
Daily occurrences out here in the sticks!
Until you’ve fished through 3 layers of clothes at fifty below, wrote your name on the blacktop and watched it completely freeze before you finished getting it put away, you haven’t experienced one of the most fascinating things in life.
Yes, but, can you write your name in cursive in the snow?
After a pot of coffee, blindfolded.
At that cold I hold it, three layers are way too much to try to fish through when you’re hung like a hockey puck.
When my brother went to Lincoln to the U he said the hardest thing to learn that was he couldn’t just go out of the house to pee. Here on the farm there are so many buildings, grain bins, and trees and we’re so far away from the road that there are untold numbers of places to seek relief.
I can and I do.
The way I heard it though: “If you caint shoot skeet off your back porch without the cops showing up, yer not far enough outa town!”
This covers me, but it’s about 50 yards to the shooting bench for my 0 to 160 yard range and another 200 to my 500 yard range.
My nearest neighbor is 2 hundred yards away and the next nearest is about 7 or 800 yards down the hill. Can’t see any neighbors at all.
Life is tough here in western, middle Tennessee.
I used ta could pee 12 feet away off my back deck. that includes the 9-foot drop. Neighbors hated it, F**k ’em. Thet had barking dogs.
Plants love nitrogen.
One of the many joys of going to camp. Pissing over the stone retaining wall. Just need to be careful at night. It’s a six foot drop into blackberry canes.
In the The Ballad Of Edward Abbey, Tom Russell sings “…if a man can’t piss in his own front yard, he’s livin’ to close to town
I can relate
My great grandfather lived in a shack in Sullivan’s Hollow, Mississippi that had no running water. The men rather than trudge thru snakes and spiders in the outhouse just peed off the back porch. If I had to do number two, I’d quickly hike the 1\4 mile to my great uncle’s house that had running water. We had to draw water out of a well in the front yard to get a drink of water. Good times there are not forgotten
Look away, look away,,,,,,,,Dixie land
Back, front, north side, south side, neighbors, wilderness, mountain top, valley,,nobody is safe around my aim but most are welcome at my fire.
I can shoot in any direction,, except the grandkids house a 1/4 mile down the drive. The road is a mile away
Of course I don’t shoot over the ridge tops.
Thats why I moved to the country after growing up in the suburbs.
I pee of the porch even tho I live in the burbs. Too damn bad
So does my nephew.
Amen.
Daily occurrences out here in the sticks!
Until you’ve fished through 3 layers of clothes at fifty below, wrote your name on the blacktop and watched it completely freeze before you finished getting it put away, you haven’t experienced one of the most fascinating things in life.
Yes, but, can you write your name in cursive in the snow?
After a pot of coffee, blindfolded.
At that cold I hold it, three layers are way too much to try to fish through when you’re hung like a hockey puck.
When my brother went to Lincoln to the U he said the hardest thing to learn that was he couldn’t just go out of the house to pee. Here on the farm there are so many buildings, grain bins, and trees and we’re so far away from the road that there are untold numbers of places to seek relief.
I can and I do.
The way I heard it though: “If you caint shoot skeet off your back porch without the cops showing up, yer not far enough outa town!”
This covers me, but it’s about 50 yards to the shooting bench for my 0 to 160 yard range and another 200 to my 500 yard range.
My nearest neighbor is 2 hundred yards away and the next nearest is about 7 or 800 yards down the hill. Can’t see any neighbors at all.
Life is tough here in western, middle Tennessee.
I used ta could pee 12 feet away off my back deck. that includes the 9-foot drop. Neighbors hated it, F**k ’em. Thet had barking dogs.
Plants love nitrogen.
One of the many joys of going to camp. Pissing over the stone retaining wall. Just need to be careful at night. It’s a six foot drop into blackberry canes.
In the The Ballad Of Edward Abbey, Tom Russell sings “…if a man can’t piss in his own front yard, he’s livin’ to close to town
I can relate
My great grandfather lived in a shack in Sullivan’s Hollow, Mississippi that had no running water. The men rather than trudge thru snakes and spiders in the outhouse just peed off the back porch. If I had to do number two, I’d quickly hike the 1\4 mile to my great uncle’s house that had running water. We had to draw water out of a well in the front yard to get a drink of water. Good times there are not forgotten
Look away, look away,,,,,,,,Dixie land
Back, front, north side, south side, neighbors, wilderness, mountain top, valley,,nobody is safe around my aim but most are welcome at my fire.
I can shoot in any direction,, except the grandkids house a 1/4 mile down the drive. The road is a mile away
Of course I don’t shoot over the ridge tops.