Hole In The Wall

2010-08-11

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The Homer cabin in which I was raised, I never realized how small it really was. Would make a real good

cook shack if it could be moved and

relocated to the pit.

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Stan Harrington said...: Those were the "good ole days"! A little small, but I can remember each part of that construction. The log cutting crew consisted of, Dad: He was the tree spotter, marked them for cutting, and notched them with an ax in the direction they were suppose to fall - well, at least 50% of the time they fell correctly. Tad and I: We were the saw men, each one of those trees were cut with a two man cross cut saw, It was then when I learned just how malicious he could be. I would occasionally coast, letting him do all the sawing and just hold the handle, until I learned that the other person can push down on his end of the saw and catch you under the jaw with the handle on your end of the saw. Larry and Don: They were the limbers and skidders. After limbing them, they would hook the logs up to the mule and haul them out to the road. End of the day or when a load was stacked, all of us would load them onto the truck by hand - 22 to 24 foot logs ~ heavy. Oh yea, did I mention how much fun we had?; August 11, 2010 at 6:51 PM

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In the Pit

Twas the night before hangovers

And all through the pit

Those gathered were drinking

No one knew when to quit

.....

The Eagle was drinking his rum

As Pooba, he was atop his own throne

And as for the rest of us

He left not one of us alone.

.....

The brunt of some joke

Victim of some gag

What's his latest gimmick

What's he got in that bag.

.....

The Charmin had blessed us

The whole derned crowd

Nieghbors dialed up 911

We were getting a bit loud

.....

The clans were assembled

Wolf, Bear, Buff and Moose

And my Gawd, the dawgs

Who the hell turned em all loose.

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Trailers were circled

As wagons in days gone past

It rained the first two days

And the skies are still overcast

.....

John in the cook tent

Taylor in her char

The fire is blazing

Look Out! The blue tarp is on fare!

.....

Heidi pourin out coffee

Eric sluggin his beer

Stan dishin out one liners

And Arnie-the fear.

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Our relation is coming

For to join the Hole in the Wall fun

Blue Duck may be with em!

Everyone git yer gun!

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Blue Peep got to Shana

She singed her bird digit

Sure mustiv smarted

It's still makin me fidget

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Taylor is wound up

She jist won't quit her talkin

That's Ok, in the next few weeks

She'd prove to be walkin

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The clan girls were here

secluded up on Estrogen Rise

Linked only by zip line

and soaked from the gray skies.

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The kids all found safe harbor

And shelter in the Grand Ol Eagle's nest

Everyone was workin

Engineering was put to the test

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John and his tape

Eric, his wit

Bill slapped a dandy ninety

And the gazebo still won't fit.

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The gravel was great

Keeps us outta the mud

Cept the kidlets

Who are covered in crud

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They're baking odd objects

Made from Anchor Point clay

No idea what they all are

Maybe, jist maybe some day.

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Granny and her wineglass

Grampy and his wig

Too much for John and I

We pull another swig

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Now the time for adios

But we'll come riding back soon

Ranger Bill rode out before sunrise

and the rest of us before noon.

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~Ranger Bill~

Hole In The Wall

2010-08-11

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