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Used to have swine and a beef herd but got out of those several years ago... I'd like to get back into a scaled back hereford herd one of these days though. We are strictly grain now, about 2000 acres corn and soybeans. My sisters do have some paint horses and Dad has kept some pasture ground for them, but I don't count show horses as part of the farm. :lmao::rotfl2:

Horses = Hay Burners. You feed them all of your good hay, and they don't give any milk or beef in return. Or so goes the logic of the American Dairy Farmer. :rotfl2::lmao::rotfl:

My wife, who did not grow up on a farm, is still impressed/disgusted that I can tell what type of farm we're driving by just by smelling the air. Pig, cow and horse poo all have their own distinct odor. :scared: :cool2:
 
My wife, who did not grow up on a farm, is still impressed/disgusted that I can tell what type of farm we're driving by just by smelling the air. Pig, cow and horse poo all have their own distinct odor. :scared: :cool2:

Sad, but true... :sad2:

And there's nothing more disgusting than poultry.:scared1::eek::sick:

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Sad, but true... :sad2:

And there's nothing more disgusting than poultry.:scared1::eek::sick:

:laughing::rotfl::lmao::rotfl2:

I have a friend who spent a month one summer working in the chicken coops on a kibbutz in Israel. It was a good three years before he was able to eat chicken again. And it wasn't from sympathy for the chickens - it was all about the revulsion factor.
 

Dude.........:confused3:sick:
Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to feeling left out. I'm sure camels are very distinct as well. :rotfl2:
And there's nothing more disgusting than poultry.:scared1::eek::sick:

I have a friend who spent a month one summer working in the chicken coops on a kibbutz in Israel. It was a good three years before he was able to eat chicken again. And it wasn't from sympathy for the chickens - it was all about the revulsion factor.

My father in law told me that after high school, he took a job in a turkey processing plant. He worked one night. On his way out the door, he threw his gloves at the boss, told him he was never F'ing coming back, and enrolled in college the next day.
 
Howdy Howdy Howdy all. I see your talking about farms, the smell of farms....I grew up living across the road from a dairy farm. Many a fine memory was formed often. If the wind was right and you had all your windows open on a summers day. And you were sitting down to JUST START eating. That beautiful smell of that freshly spread cow patties across the road would would hit you so hard like a Mack truck slamming into your dinning room. MMMMMMM MMMMMM good. :)
 
I grew up on a farm (and for that matter, still live and work on one). I have been driving tractors since I was tall enough to reach the clutch and the steering wheel at the same time. That said, I grew up riding in tractors, learning to drive them and steering them sitting on the lap of my dad/grandpa all the time, so by the time I was 8 or 9, I knew more about how to safely operate them than any high school kid you could hire for part time help would ever know. I've got 2 cousins that help us on the farm, one 14 the other 18 and as far as safety goes, I'll trust the 14 year old any time (and I've trusted him for the past 3 or 4 years). He is actually a much safer operator than my grandpa is these days.

my best friend grew up on a farm. hes been trying for 38 years to convert me.:lmao: his family grew corn but mostly alphalpha. (dont mind the spelling:lmao:) he would run the hammer mill when he was in high school at night, i would stop to visit. come back to my car and it would be cover in green!!! stink. when his father sold the mill and the 4000 acres. my buddy wanted the old trucks. he would buy them back, store them and referb them. last year his dad turned 80. for his birthday, he gave him the first two trucks his father purchased when he got the farm that he referb and his first farm all cadet? my buddys father was in tears. my buddy referb all three of them back to original including the proper bolts and rivets. the companys logo on the doors and everything. his dad has a 100 acre farm that he leases but built a building with heat to store the 2 trucks and his first tractor when he was a kid.
 
My wife, who did not grow up on a farm, is still impressed/disgusted that I can tell what type of farm we're driving by just by smelling the air. Pig, cow and horse poo all have their own distinct odor. :scared: :cool2:

Dude.........:confused3:sick:


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Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to feeling left out. I'm sure camels are very distinct as well. :rotfl2:

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Barry, you never cease to amaze me with the "skilz" that you seem to have.

I have a friend who spent a month one summer working in the chicken coops on a kibbutz in Israel. It was a good three years before he was able to eat chicken again. And it wasn't from sympathy for the chickens - it was all about the revulsion factor.

My father in law told me that after high school, he took a job in a turkey processing plant. He worked one night. On his way out the door, he threw his gloves at the boss, told him he was never F'ing coming back, and enrolled in college the next day.

Its amazing what will motivate someone to go to college. For me it was a summer job on a labor crew at an oil refinery. Specifically it was an oil sands plant where there was an open pit mine paired with a heavy oil upgrader. Think of a tarry messy mine, paired with a smelly, hot oil upgrading plant, oh and they had their own utilities generator on site as well. My daily job was to shovel out the excess carbon dust (aka coke dust) from the crackers and we filled a dumpster 3/4 full every morning. Then after coffee break we had to clean out the sulfur overflow pits. Talk about motivation for higher learning. :lmao:
 
We went to the Hermit Crab races tonite at the Boardwalk, Blue Shark came in 2nd won a ribbon and about $30 worth of stuff:woohoo:, Thursday nite he will be racing at the place he came in 1st, can he keep it up:confused3

I told my wife we need to find a bumper sticker that says : Caution Champion Hermit Crab On Board:lmao:

My son has a blast at the races:goodvibes
 
We went to the Hermit Crab races tonite at the Boardwalk, Blue Shark came in 2nd won a ribbon and about $30 worth of stuff:woohoo:, Thursday nite he will be racing at the place he came in 1st, can he keep it up:confused3

I told my wife we need to find a bumper sticker that says : Caution Champion Hermit Crab On Board:lmao:

My son has a blast at the races:goodvibes

Cool! You should take him and Blue Shark to celebrate at Mud City Crab House - or would that be in poor taste?

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Cool! You should take him and Blue Shark to celebrate at Mud City Crab House - or would that be in poor taste?

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His other crab Eyeball both times has come in pretty much last, I told my wife if he dosn't move soon he's going to be a crab ragoon:lmao:
 
Its amazing what will motivate someone to go to college. For me it was a summer job on a labor crew at an oil refinery. Specifically it was an oil sands plant where there was an open pit mine paired with a heavy oil upgrader. Think of a tarry messy mine, paired with a smelly, hot oil upgrading plant, oh and they had their own utilities generator on site as well. My daily job was to shovel out the excess carbon dust (aka coke dust) from the crackers and we filled a dumpster 3/4 full every morning. Then after coffee break we had to clean out the sulfur overflow pits. Talk about motivation for higher learning. :lmao:

I think I saw that on Dirty Jobs once. :lmao:
 
His other crab Eyeball both times has come in pretty much last, I told my wife if he dosn't move soon he's going to be a crab ragoon:lmao:

That gives me an idea. You can put Blue Shark up for stud and charge a handsome stud fee. Eyeball can be a nice crab dip. Win-Win all around.
 
... I can tell what type of farm we're driving by just by smelling the air. Pig, cow and horse poo all have their own distinct odor. :scared: :cool2:

DW grew up on farm and she can tell all the smells as well. Her dad is a ferrier (so he has horses) and the farm is so far out, that they still do not have High-Speed Internet service. It is either dial-up or satellite.

I have a friend who spent a month one summer working in the chicken coops on a kibbutz in Israel. It was a good three years before he was able to eat chicken again. And it wasn't from sympathy for the chickens - it was all about the revulsion factor.

It wasn't chickens, but I worked for a deli/bakery in high school where I learned how to cook. Part of my duties also included frying doughnuts. With all the grease and glaze - it was disgusting. I was the thinnest I had ever been in my life, and I could not eat donuts for several years after that.
 
That's not bad taste, that motivation!!! :rotfl2:

If you've never eaten at Mud City, it can be a 2-hour wait for dinner. After 2 hours, unless he's the Usain Bolt of the crab world, Blue Shark would be smothered in garlic.

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At the one place where they do the crab races, the guy running it gets on the megaphone and says, Anyone who has crabs please come up a register them:lmao:
 
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