Last time I did a "comprehensive" post here was Saturday, and I was flabbergasted to find I was something like 15 pages behind! Inconceivable!!


In my last major post I limited myself to 2018 GELFs; here I think I'll feature only horn lambsfoots (hereafter abbreviated HLF), since that's what I'm carrying this week.

(it's ALL about ME.

) I picked out these posts this afternoon, and thought I responded to them right away, but discovered after supper tonight that I hadn't replied at all!

[ALERT]HLF EXCEPTION!!
I'm already breaking my rule, because I tend to enjoy the "I carry a lambsfoot" series that Greg (
@WhittlinAway) started, and Vince has a really cool one here with the Spam double entendre!



Jack's is also very clever in its use of the mountain climber's raison d'être.


[/ALERT]
I'm not chess-obsessive, and I'm not a good player, but I've certainly spent lots of time reading chess books, playing games, etc. I could see myself devoting some time to chess a couple of times per week in my Golden Years.
I had forgotten all about that GAW, and that you had won it, Ron (even though I entered and even made some suggestions about what had helped me with back ailments)! Congrats, again!




When I was young, my brothers and I always had chores before and after school and lots of farm work on weekends and through the summer, but our Dad would let us play in a weekly church league for kids one evening a week. And my grade school had 3 recesses each day IIRC, and we'd play softball at each one until the snow got too deep, and then we'd throw snowballs all winter to keep our arms in shape, I guess!
Thanks for the ebony enthusiasm, Vince and John.
Jack, I appreciate your always humoring my random musings.
I have to agree with you, Barrett, that a high of 123˚ has much more "sequential cachet" than does 120˚.

Congrats on the big HLF; the mark side horn certainly has alluring figuring!


@herder, your HLF is as sweet and intoxicating as your caramel!


Cracker Jack thanks you for the prize compliment, Jack.

So there have been incidents in your life, too, that included someone yelling, "Run for it, boys!"


Thanks for those cool comparisons among your new old lambsfoot, your AC, and this finely-feathered HLF!!


Saturday, we had dinner at the house of married friends of my daughter, and at one point we were discussing Thinking, Fast and Slow by Kahneman, a book really relevant to John's first remark.
And I second everything John says in his second paragraph! Thanks, Jack and other impassioned knife nuts on The Porch!



No lettuce with your pork pies? Pity.

I've found myself eating far more sliced/diced vegetables since I became enamored with pocket knives!


My Dad bought our farm from his father, and it was originally 160 acres (a quarter-section, a fairly common farm size in the Midwest US originally). We used to rent land from an old man in our church who had a farm about 2 miles from ours but didn't farm it himself anymore. Eventually, my Dad bought a second, smaller, farm only about a mile from our farmstead, so he had a total of 300 acres. The method for "making hay" you describe was something my Dad did when he was a kid, but I never saw anything but hay baled in the field and carried to the barn.
(I have to split my post; sorry for the verbosity.

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Lam Jack is back:
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