<font color="blue"> Those sure look like menacing rain clouds in the picture </font>
That's kind of normal here - those passed by to the North and we didn't get a drop. It gets to where I don't even notice them - I suppose it's sort of like living in the mountains or in the city with the tall buildings.
<font color="blue"> ...if you're lucky, maybe he'll let you dig a few scoops...Wouldn't that be the Cats A** to play with... </font>
I'm kinda shy about stuff like that. When we had the Cat 416C on site, I let my best friend, my son and my son-in-law all run it. One day, after a couple of weeks, I was the only one around, so I climbed on and did some prodigious work, but it takes me a while to warm up to it. I'm absolutely certain my s-i-l will be itching and begging to climb on, and it does my heart good to see the younger generation have some fun.
<font color="blue"> We call that an escavator up here...you've got that right.. trackhoe. weird eh... </font>
Well, actually, I guess you could call it an excavator down here, too, since it says "Hydraulic Excavator" right on the boom! But, track hoe is what the Crackers call 'em, and when in Rome...I've been here long enough now (over half my life) that they let me call myself a Yankee Cracker. By the way, the term "Cracker" comes from the Florida cowboys crackin' their whips when driving the cattle to the boat. Florida is one of the largest growers of cattle, and Okeechobee County, where I'm locating, grows more cattle than any other county in the state, so I guess I'm right in the middle of Cracker country. The historical route to market passes nearby, and is designated by the state as the "Cracker Trail". Every year, a bunch of the ranchers re-enact the trip across the state from Bradenton to Fort Pierce, where the cattle were loaded on boats on the Indian River to be shipped North.
<font color="blue"> that machine with a 52" boom, is actually quite usless for anything other then ponds, and **** work... </font>
/forums/images/graemlins/grin.gif /forums/images/graemlins/grin.gif When it arrived, the tracks were still wet and muddy. "Just come from another pond, eh?", I said. "I was enlargin' one of them **** ponds up to the dairy", the fella replied. I guess they get that name because the cattle stand in the shallow pond while they drink...
<font color="blue"> Look forward to pictures... </font>
Oh, yeah. I got nothin' to do for the next 4 or 5 days except stand there and take pictures. They're all going on my web site at Hornerfamily.com gallery . I'll be posting a sample here - for example, I posted 3 here tonight, but put 9 on the gallery.
<font color="blue"> That's gonna be really fun to watch </font>
You betcha! I'm pretty excited...
That's kind of normal here - those passed by to the North and we didn't get a drop. It gets to where I don't even notice them - I suppose it's sort of like living in the mountains or in the city with the tall buildings.
<font color="blue"> ...if you're lucky, maybe he'll let you dig a few scoops...Wouldn't that be the Cats A** to play with... </font>
I'm kinda shy about stuff like that. When we had the Cat 416C on site, I let my best friend, my son and my son-in-law all run it. One day, after a couple of weeks, I was the only one around, so I climbed on and did some prodigious work, but it takes me a while to warm up to it. I'm absolutely certain my s-i-l will be itching and begging to climb on, and it does my heart good to see the younger generation have some fun.
<font color="blue"> We call that an escavator up here...you've got that right.. trackhoe. weird eh... </font>
Well, actually, I guess you could call it an excavator down here, too, since it says "Hydraulic Excavator" right on the boom! But, track hoe is what the Crackers call 'em, and when in Rome...I've been here long enough now (over half my life) that they let me call myself a Yankee Cracker. By the way, the term "Cracker" comes from the Florida cowboys crackin' their whips when driving the cattle to the boat. Florida is one of the largest growers of cattle, and Okeechobee County, where I'm locating, grows more cattle than any other county in the state, so I guess I'm right in the middle of Cracker country. The historical route to market passes nearby, and is designated by the state as the "Cracker Trail". Every year, a bunch of the ranchers re-enact the trip across the state from Bradenton to Fort Pierce, where the cattle were loaded on boats on the Indian River to be shipped North.
<font color="blue"> that machine with a 52" boom, is actually quite usless for anything other then ponds, and **** work... </font>
/forums/images/graemlins/grin.gif /forums/images/graemlins/grin.gif When it arrived, the tracks were still wet and muddy. "Just come from another pond, eh?", I said. "I was enlargin' one of them **** ponds up to the dairy", the fella replied. I guess they get that name because the cattle stand in the shallow pond while they drink...
<font color="blue"> Look forward to pictures... </font>
Oh, yeah. I got nothin' to do for the next 4 or 5 days except stand there and take pictures. They're all going on my web site at Hornerfamily.com gallery . I'll be posting a sample here - for example, I posted 3 here tonight, but put 9 on the gallery.
<font color="blue"> That's gonna be really fun to watch </font>
You betcha! I'm pretty excited...
