Hello Harry and Bruce and Oletruckers,
Thanks for your stories.
I'll be thinking of you, Bruce, when I drive across the road from my house,
and across the next road and so on to hunt the wary whitetails. The bad news is
it's 130 miles. The good news it's in a Chevy Oletruck.
I'll be thinking of you, Harry, when I'm hanging onto a pine branch 25 feet
in the air trying to sort out blown-down trees from wary whitetails in the
thick brush 50 yards to the north. The wary whitetails, of course, will be
in the grass directly below me. You'll be smelling sage brush and I'll be
smelling a snowdrift forming on the branch above my head. That's the same
snowdrift that will fall down the back of my neck at the exact moment I
wary whitetails grazing in the grass below.
I could save a lot of time and agony if I bought a side of beef. Can I see
that happening? Naw.
I931 Chevy coupe--garaged for the winter
1951 Chevy 3100--trying to point itself north to go hunting
In a message dated 10/14/03 10:47:48 AM Central Daylight Time,
<< Subj: Re: [oletrucks] Where is everyone?
Date: 10/14/03 10:47:48 AM Central Daylight Time
From: email@example.com (Bruce Kettunen)
Reply-to: firstname.lastname@example.org (Bruce Kettunen)
You're right but my Lab is a he, and I hunt right across the road
from my house. Just hearing the truck engine start sets him crying,
he loves riding in the box with his head stuck around the corner
of the cab. All you animal lovers out there, don't worry. At the
speeds we go on the roads we travel, there is no hazard.
I only regret that because of the do gooders in St. Paul it is a
capital offense to let my kids ride back there. My fondest memories
of old trucks, besides learning to drive in one when I was 9, was
riding in the box on a warm summer evening to go to the root beer
stand in town. There were lots of trucks in my family, my Old Man
had a Chevy and some uncles unexplainedly had the other make that
starts with F.
With all the deer running around here lately, I should have mine
hanging in the garage by about 9:00 on opening day.
I have a Dodge Dakota to brave the salty roads of winter. The Dakota
is 10 years old, but is much more reliable than the newer Chevy Sub
After 43 years of salty roads, my oletruck gets a well deserved rest
under cover every winter, and it *will* go to bed this weekend with
fresh oil, fresh Holiday Gold Premium gas, half a bottle of Sta-Bil,
Bounce sheets all around to discourage the critters, and a 65 Buick
convertible to keep it company.
Over the winter the wood stove in the garage will be stoked up from
time to time and the truck will get a repair like getting the temperature
guage working, new brake cylinders and adjusters in front, repaired
front sheet metal, new ignition system, and maybe some new oil seals.
In the spring, hook up the battery, take out all the Bounce sheets,
crank for about 30 seconds, and it will start right up, eager to
go out and do truck things.
My truck is not a show truck. It's a truck that takes me to shows,
to the lumber yard, to the place where they sell steel, to the dump,
and anywhere else I ask it to go. Once in a while it even gets
to go to the root beer stand with the Lab riding along in the box.
He gets a hamburger too. The frosty root beer mug still sits just
fine on the glove box door.
Mt. Iron, MN
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