Jeepnik, I am a dedicated old time "Snipe" with an actual left handed pipe wrench! I have won several bets on this tattoo.
I've got a pipe wrench that has a valve wrench on the end. That thing lived in my pocket for the entire time I operated in refneries and other places. Small, but you'd be amazed how large a valve you can grab with the jaws. And just how fast you can close a sticky valve when you need to.Jeepnik, I am a dedicated old time "Snipe" with an actual left handed pipe wrench! I have won several bets on this tattoo. View attachment 18859
Never seen one! The aluminum one is with me at all times at work. Great for valves and one time adjusting a druggie in the ER that was trying to choke a nurse. I hit that POS so hard that he heard the cathedral bells and saw the solar system.I've got a pipe wrench that has a valve wrench on the end. That thing lived in my pocket for the entire time I operated in refneries and other places. Small, but you'd be amazed how large a valve you can grab with the jaws. And just how fast you can close a sticky valve when you need to.
Been there! Out the window but I grabbed my pants on the way. The best one was between voyages with a preacher's daughter.... the old boy was not happy... fortunately my 750 Honda was reliable and full of gas...Yes, many years ago when my girl friend's father came home one night quite unexpectedly. Never did get my favorite jeans back!
Wow. I'm glad my children had no contact with gangs and didn't get jumped.Having grown up in a rough neighborhood there was no telling when fight or flight would be engaged. I doubt I got through a few weeks without something happening. We had semi segregated neighborhoods and various gangs etc. Jumping/Getting Jumped, Rumbles etc. Sometimes I think I did my children a disservice by sparing them all that and making life too easy for them.
You learn Situational Awareness early, Tactics etc. Deciding who in a group to engage and how etc. Finding weapons wherever you can etc. I remember walking home from 1st grade and a group of 4th graders were picking on me and at some point threw me into a forsythia bush. I came out with a buggy whip and scarred the crap out of them.Wow. I'm glad my children had no contact with gangs and didn't get jumped.
I've been in a few situations with Black Angus and they can be down right nasty!I was up this canyon back when I lived in ndvaa and had to run to a tree and gut up as high as the tree would allow. Why? because a very nasty Black Angus bull decided I was in his territory. I decided that the old 1917 WW1 S&W .5 ACP was just not enough gun. I was stuck up that tree untl the moon came up enough that I could see the bull was gone and I carefully walked back to here my truck was parked. I bought a brand new Ruger Super Blackhawk the very next day. Never saw that bull again so I guess someone rounded him up.
Paul B.
What's funny is my Wife says she is constantly amazed at my will to live especially from someone who keeps trying to get myself killed.(motorcycle, boats, etc) I spent a decent chunk of my life trying to find the MF/Group of MF's who could kill me.Wow. I'm glad my children had no contact with gangs and didn't get jumped.
My neighbor across the street has cows. When the old bull gets a little up there he'll get a yearling to join. A few years ago the senior was down and the younger didn't want to let anyone near him. So I had to clown him so my neighbor and the vet could see what they could do. He was actually pretty docile for a bull so normally he would just throw people 5-8' and wouldn't try to trample or anything. I'm 2+ normal people so when he went to toss me I planted myself and I didn't budge when he went to toss me. That really confused him so I decided to tip him. Well that really screwed with his head. For the rest of his life he was convinced that I was bigger than he was. I had a similar experience with my friends Stallion 30 some years ago. I gave him the Mongo treatment.I've been in a few situations with Black Angus and they can be down right nasty!
How about that.My neighbor across the street has cows. When the old bull gets a little up there he'll get a yearling to join. A few years ago the senior was down and the younger didn't want to let anyone near him. So I had to clown him so my neighbor and the vet could see what they could do. He was actually pretty docile for a bull so normally he would just throw people 5-8' and wouldn't try to trample or anything. I'm 2+ normal people so when he went to toss me I planted myself and I didn't budge when he went to toss me. That really confused him so I decided to tip him. Well that really screwed with his head. For the rest of his life he was convinced that I was bigger than he was. I had a similar experience with my friends Stallion 30 some years ago. I gave him the Mongo treatment.
It was a 2 1/2 yr old Arabian stallion. He wasn't made to handle 260lb people. He was used to everyone being afraid of him. So when I grabbed his bridle and head butted him between the eyes and stared at him he was taken aback. His legs almost buckled whenever he tried to buck or rear. He gave up after a few minutes. I grabbed his bridle again and told him don't make me come back here. That was a long time ago. This is me pushing 400lbs.How about that.