Aging in the field
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youngmoose
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I'll be 19 in may. I also still have a full head of hair
muddy
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I am aparrantly an UGLY 5 year old trapped in a 27 year old body. I think that the remote control fart machine is one of the greatest inventions of our time and photoshopping wars is the best way to past time between hunting season.
Rack, Headgear... can't wait till February.
hillrunner
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25 here, someone with more ambition than me should add this all up and figure out our average age
youngmoose
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Well I was bored enough so I did it for you and so far, according to my math the average age is...................................33!!
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DC
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On the 4th day of the 4th month of the 4th year of the millennium I turned 44. My minutes in the field become more treasured as they pass and my insatiable wildlife curiosity increases with my age.
People under 30 are wimps!!! Had to copy it from another site but thought it
was a god read.
According to today's social service regulators and bureaucrats, those of us who were kids in the 40's, 50's, 60's, or even maybe the early 70's probably shouldn't have survived the trauma of childhood.
Our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paint. We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets, and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets. (Not to mention the risks we took hitchhiking.)
As children, we would ride in cars with no seatbelts or air bags. Riding in the back of a pickup truck on a warm day was always a special treat. We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle. Horrors! We ate cupcakes, bread and butter, and drank soda pop with sugar in it, but we were never overweight because we were always outside playing. We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle, and no one actually died from this.
We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then rode down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem. We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the street lights came on. And no one was able to reach us! All day! NO CELL PHONES!!!!! Unthinkable!
We did not have Playstations, Nintendo 64, X-Boxes, no video games at all, no 99 channels on cable, video tape movies, surround sound, personal cell phones, personal computers, or Internet chat rooms. We had friends! We went outside and found them. We played dodge ball, and sometimes, the ball would really hurt. We fell out of trees, got cut and broke bones and teeth, and there were no lawsuits from these accidents. They were accidents. No one was to blame but us. Remember accidents? We had fights and punched each other and got black and blue and learned to get over it.
We made up games with sticks and tennis balls and ate worms, and although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes, nor did the worms live inside us forever. We rode bikes or walked to a friend's home and knocked on the door, or rang the bell or just walked in and talked to them. Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment! Some students weren't as smart as others, so they failed a grade and were held back to repeat the same grade. Horrors! Tests were not adjusted to accommodate the lazy or unmotivated students, either.
Our actions were our own. Consequences were expected. The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke a law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law. Imagine that! This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers and problem solvers and inventors, ever. The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas. We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all. Its kinda nice to be one of them and have had the luck to grow up as a kid, in a time before lawyers and government regulated our lives, for our own good. People under 30 are WIMPS!
was a god read.
According to today's social service regulators and bureaucrats, those of us who were kids in the 40's, 50's, 60's, or even maybe the early 70's probably shouldn't have survived the trauma of childhood.
Our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paint. We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets, and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets. (Not to mention the risks we took hitchhiking.)
As children, we would ride in cars with no seatbelts or air bags. Riding in the back of a pickup truck on a warm day was always a special treat. We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle. Horrors! We ate cupcakes, bread and butter, and drank soda pop with sugar in it, but we were never overweight because we were always outside playing. We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle, and no one actually died from this.
We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then rode down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem. We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the street lights came on. And no one was able to reach us! All day! NO CELL PHONES!!!!! Unthinkable!
We did not have Playstations, Nintendo 64, X-Boxes, no video games at all, no 99 channels on cable, video tape movies, surround sound, personal cell phones, personal computers, or Internet chat rooms. We had friends! We went outside and found them. We played dodge ball, and sometimes, the ball would really hurt. We fell out of trees, got cut and broke bones and teeth, and there were no lawsuits from these accidents. They were accidents. No one was to blame but us. Remember accidents? We had fights and punched each other and got black and blue and learned to get over it.
We made up games with sticks and tennis balls and ate worms, and although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes, nor did the worms live inside us forever. We rode bikes or walked to a friend's home and knocked on the door, or rang the bell or just walked in and talked to them. Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment! Some students weren't as smart as others, so they failed a grade and were held back to repeat the same grade. Horrors! Tests were not adjusted to accommodate the lazy or unmotivated students, either.
Our actions were our own. Consequences were expected. The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke a law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law. Imagine that! This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers and problem solvers and inventors, ever. The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas. We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all. Its kinda nice to be one of them and have had the luck to grow up as a kid, in a time before lawyers and government regulated our lives, for our own good. People under 30 are WIMPS!
jharrell
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Uh oh Muddy! I can't wait to see what you come up with this year.
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Okay all you people that have not yet joined the PMA, if you want to see Muddy's true talents at work you need to join the PMA to watch Rack and I get abused... in a fun way... really... the twitch in my right eye went away about August of last year...
Okay all you people that have not yet joined the PMA, if you want to see Muddy's true talents at work you need to join the PMA to watch Rack and I get abused... in a fun way... really... the twitch in my right eye went away about August of last year...
Quad4hunter
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Will be the big 40 in three months. Muddy is just a youngster to me would call him a bubble-gummer or a moped rider....lol j/k muddy plan on seeing u in march