Bullet in Trim

[downsizingnow48]

That wainscot will be a conversation piece for a long time! I put the jamb extension on the jamb with bullet side in. Next fellow that renovates the trim will get a head scratcher.

 

[2LaneCruzer]

That wainscot will be a conversation piece for a long time! I put the jamb extension on the jamb with bullet side in. Next fellow that renovates the trim will get a head scratcher.

Put a note behind it that say "Jesse James slept here July 4, 1867".

 

[stuckmotor]

I bit into a piece of steak once and found a bird shot. Someone must have sprinkled the bovine to make it move.

 

[2LaneCruzer]

I bit into a piece of steak once and found a bird shot. Someone must have sprinkled the bovine to make it move.

I have heard of that but it's been a loooooooong time...and I believe it was home grown home butchered beef.

 

[dmccarty]

Interesting. Many years ago I fell an ancient pine out at the end of the garden. The homesteader must have used that tree to hang a gate on - long ago.

Lo & behold - I found a large piece of angle iron deeply embedded - with my chain saw.

Quite a few decades ago, well into last century, my dad and I used to go camping in the GA mountains. We would drive in on old logging and forest service roads which I assume are mostly closed off to the public now.

There was one flat clearing we camped at a few times that was used by others. There was a big cast iron skillet hanging from a nail in a tree near the fire ring. They had put the nail in the tree so that that skillet was on the side of the tree away from the logging road which made it easy to forget the skillet. Which they did. We found the skillet, which was in good shape, but left it there. Figured the owner might be back one day. I have always wondered if the owner did come back, did someone else find the skillet, or did the tree grow around the frying pan? :confused3:

Later,
Dan

 

[Oldoak]

When I was just a kid I stuck a brick inside of a knothole in a large tree. As that tree continued to grow, that knothole eventually closed up. Today, I often wonder if anyone found that brick with their chainsaw, or worse at a sawmill, when the tree was eventually cut down many years later.