Your Move,Viper!

[krichardson]

Cordial Greetings, My Father and I worked in construction in a small town in rural Alaska. I was a young apprentice. My Father also worked at the town gas station as mechanic and gas attendant. My Mother, Grandmother, and Grandfather worked at the Packson Lodge as cooks and Baker. (3 generations male Baker at that point.) My Grandfather, Father, and I would go ice hunting as the deeply frozen lakes were an easy way through the nearby dense wilderness. We brought home a caribou that the entire family dressed. We surplused our food larder and shared the bounty with our neighbors. This was common in early 1960s rural Alaska and I think to this day.
Summers where we were temperate going from mid 60s-70s F., but summers were short. The mosquito s and flies were huge, as was the occasional moose in our back yard. I kept a few tree frogs. They could predict rain. A day or two before rain, the frog would climb as high as it could on it's branch within it's enclosure.
Winters were brutally cold; well below zero, and at that time it was illegal NOT to pickup a hitchhiker, because otherwise they could likely freeze to death.
Soon after we moved to Northern Washington State, where my Uncle, Grandfather, Father and I went deer hunting in the depths of our property. My Father got the deer, and he and my uncle carried it home, while my Grandfather and I packed home the rifles and all of our gear.
My Father teaching me target skills with the rifle aided me later in archery and dart competitions.
I kept my passion for frogs. We had a creek that was slow moving in places, so my cousins and I collected frogs, that had a multitude of colors,stripes, and patterns. We had frog races and bred the best frogs for speed and the most attractive color/pattern schemes.
It was then I had my first aquarium. My first fish were a black shark and zebra danios. (The danios were easy to breed for egglayers.) I had one of those big metal framed aquariums that you still see for sale on the market every once in a while. The knowledge in this branch of animal husbandry has changed in the last few decades.

Sounds like great times......except for the cold.

 

[Fishflyer]

Sounds like great times......except for the cold.

Twenty Leagues memory of his Grandfather sparked a family memory of mine. Thanks, yeah there were--some good times. Like when in Washington my Grandfather, Father, Uncle were passing around a whiskey bottle around the campfire and I was toasting marshmallows, potatoes and franks in the fire, while my uncle played harmonica. It was like something ancient and primordial, like our ancestors had done similarly for many generations before.
Then my Grandfather got too drunk and my Uncle and Dad had to carry my Grandfather back to the cave, I mean back to the house through the woods. My Grandma wasn't too happy when she came to the door, she got mad at my Dad and Uncle.

 

[krichardson]

Customer and employee gets into a fist fight at restaurant......and other customers enter grille area and start cooking their own food.

 

[Piscavores:)]

That’s a good one (I’d cook myself the best thing they have)

 

[Fishflyer]

That’s a good one (I’d cook myself the best thing they have)

Ha, ha, ha. A new trend: Self Service Restaurants. No need to tip. Or better yet, tip yourself...Generously.

 

[Fishflyer]

Ha, ha, ha. A new trend: Self Service Restaurants. No need to tip. Or better yet, tip yourself...Generously.

And use your tip as fun money.

 

[Fishflyer]

Great submission krichardson!

 

[krichardson]

Incident took place at a Waffle House.

Great submission krichardson!

Thanks,wish I could post the video,it's pretty epic and I was laughing out loud when I saw the customers preparing their food while the fight was going on.....guy walking around with a plate of scrambled eggs and a spatula!

 

[Warborg]

Incident took place at a Waffle House.

Thanks,wish I could post the video,it's pretty epic and I was laughing out loud when I saw the customers preparing their food while the fight was going on.....guy walking around with a plate of scrambled eggs and a spatula!

Reminds me of that old Star Trek "Trouble with tribbles" when there was a fight(in a bar) and a guy was helping himself to drinks.

 

[krichardson]

Reminds me of that old Star Trek "Trouble with tribbles" when there was a fight(in a bar) and a guy was helping himself to drinks.

I remember that!