Rock picking, hoeing 1800 linear feet of sweet corn in the midday sun, helping grandpa sling 3" diameter 20' long irrigation pipe sections, shoveling 100 chickens worth of 💩 out of a tar paper roofed tin shack in 95 degree heat... Made all the little stuff my peers got worked up over seem pretty silly, and there's nothing quite like bacon and eggs what was grown less than 100ft from where you're eating it.
For values of "interesting" = "if I'm lucky she won't call the mounties on me 'cause she's having a bad hair day". EDIT I remember when uncle bumblefuck couldn't keep her out of the shop. Does she still have her own hammer? (sniff)
If I recall watching him and chickadee over the years, I think she and her father are darn near the same age as my son and his father. And the attitudes follow suit.
As someone whose a little further along in the raising stage of life I will tell you that the smart ass remarks only increase and get more direct. You see, they learn the cleverness of what you say to them then turn it around and use it against you when you least expect. Enjoy the ride, brother. It won't be boring.
I dated a girl from Minnesota for a while, even went up to visit her parents and home one year. She showed me the rock wall around the front 80 acre field made entirely from rocks that she and her brother picked as kids and her dad picked as a kid when he was their age. She told me how happy they were to be done with it that first year thinking they were done forever, only to find out they'd have to do it again the next year, and the next year, and the next year. IT BUILDS CHARACTER, their dad would shout from the back porch with a Miller in his hands as they lamented another season's rock picking. Beautiful land up there.
Root systems keep the rocks in the ground for the most part. Its why the forest floor isnt covered in small rocks. Clear the ground down to open soil and every freeze thaw cycle brings every rock up an inch or 2. You'll be picking them for years in a new garden if you're ground is rocky like ours. Many places ive dug in ct were more rock than dirt. We would be short on backfill a lot of the time if the job called for rocks to be taken out. Putting it utility lines, planting trees, etc.
@@ctdieselnut Your average Black Hills South Dakota hay field will give you rocks by the semi truck load every year for many generations. My friends grand kids are picking rocks in the same field we did 30 years ago, so on and so forth since Custer first can through on his fateful trip to the Little Big horn.
@@TraceyAllen , I grew up 3 miles east of Caputa, just outside of Rapid City. The rock picking in that area is no joke. Dug up a 30 pound Fairburn agate digging a fence post hole one summer. It sat on our front porch for years, but long since has disappeared. Wish it was still around. I would slice it up and probably be able to sell it to make up for all the free labor I put in every summer picking rocks out of the field.
What a comfort seeing such a loving and well-adjusted family. The cute puppy wagging her tail with her toy overloaded the wholesome scales. Kudos to you guys.
Chickadee sounds like she's well on her way to becoming an angsty, but well-adjusted, well-learned tweener. "Pick those rocks and suffer! says dad. It builds character! says papa. How else are we gonna plant these bahdadoes?!" says funcle Bumblebuck.
The way you described “How to drill a hole” was simple, concise and such a pleasure to witness; as it should be for anyone with a goal to hole with a drill and twisty bits to appreciate. Perfect tutorial (as always).
I have learned over the years, It isn't what you do with the kiddos, it is the time you spend with them and for that you are an awesome father and a true CHAMP!
Torch the bends so the metal doesn't spring back when you remove the bolts from the back, And then add the bracing for redundancy and visual appreciation.
Kid: Why are there stones every year in the garden? Grandfather: Glacier brought them. Kid: Where did the glacier go? Grandfather: Back up north to get more stone.
My dad used to listen to Q107.1 out of Toronto when I was a kid, and I remember always staying up late with him to listen to the champ! Wicked man, I love it!
Bug, my daughter, is a Chickadee fan. Got her a People Are Monsters hoodie and it's in her regular rotation. We're both hoping for another Chickadee Engineering episode - any on the horizon?
Ahhhhh, I remember the good ol days at the farm. Picking rocks in the heat of the day between milking times.... then going out afterwards trying to spread my rocks and milk some udder things. Vicious cycle
That's some fine cobblin sir. Also bloody honest and brotherly of you to share Bumble Jr's assessment of the state of play! Made me feel better about the feedback from my own pups when mild slave labour is enforced. We're not here to be their friend! Keep on bumbling 👍
Hearing the parenting had me in stitches, and you've got some sharp kids bud, makes absolute sense you want them prepared for the tough relentlessness of life. 👍All the best
Gorgeous plot! Wish I had some dirt. Or such a dirty mind. Here in the house of pain it's shuffle the stuff month. Bustin' azz with the working class! And after years of pinchin pennies so hard they bleed, besides over heating my arthritis, a bit of spare change! All winter my hands gave me no trouble, now they are hurting like in a vise. Oh well. Such is life. Good to see such ingenuity, may God shine down upon us all! Peace!
Here's a trick to drilling a hole to get through the last part. Once it's where you changed speed just go around to tother side and drill from there. It goes through like butter that way and also does not leave a burr.
Most people don't know this fact but rocks are a crop and new ones appear every year. Those who do know this almost always have a fun story on how they learned such a valuable lesson.
Everybody hates picking rock until that magical moment you find an agate about the size of a baseball. THAT will wake you up some and generate years of happy memories.
As always, I return to your chanel for the educational material but your choice of words during narration are always a 'hoot' to listen to. Great respect for you from Texas.
Picking rocks is me and all my cousins' core memory of grandpa. Riding around the dusty dirt farm in the 4' wagon getting sandblasted by the honda wheeler and lightheaded from poorly burnt gasoline. Tell those whiny kids to look for arrowhead and stone hammers, then its a treasure hunt
Suffer, SUFFERRRRR 😂 Could hear the smile in the silent chuckle. Don’t let them see you crack a smile though, learned that from my granddad when I was up to no good and got a earful from my mom and gran. He’d sit in his chair and all of a sudden the top of newspaper would be raised up above hair level and shake a bit. Learned later he loved his grandkid’s antics, but wasn’t allowed to show it. Else he’d get an earful from the ladies, for egging us lol
Its not incomprehensible, you just gotta have 15 years of shared background and an appreciation for a wide selection of miseries and difficulties brought forth by your own ingenuity and hubris!
Another father chiming in as I had a similar conversation with my younger daughter recently. I even had to use the same admonition to my mouthy youngin: "I ain't here to be your friend." Good on you sir!
About farming, have you heard of Sepp Holzer, the Austrian "rebel farmer"? His ingenuity when it comes to turning dirt into food even in the roughest conditions is something to behold. Happens to carry quite the personality on him. That along with his unorthodox yet absolutely pin point sharp, organic logic earnt him the worthy nickname. Your riffing with your kid was hilarious!
i finally sat down at the grinder and made myself learn how to sharpen drill bits. now that its been a while, i can look back and truly say one f the best shop skills i ever learned
I once was making motor mounts for my 24 Hours of Lemons car with some UHMW, a hole saw, and a 1/2" corded drill from the big rock candy mountain. I thought I could shoot a nice picture for the build blog with my left hand, while drilling with my right, and soon found myself flipped over with a cord around my right arm and a busted metacarpal to boot. Two handed drilling! And is that RCR at the end?
Knew a guy with a field full of rocks that needed to be removed and, rather than forcing his boys to do the dreaded job, he put empty 55 gallon steel barrels at the field edges and began lobbing rocks at and into them. The boys joined him and started a contest about who could get the most rocks into the barrels. Dad wandered back to the house and wasn't surprised when the neighbor boys joined in on the rock throwing. A few days later the field was empty of rocks and the kids were carrying rocks back from the barrels to throw some more. Farm CEO expertise at its best.
I grew up on a good bit of land in the San Pedro Valley of southern Arizona my grandparents were right down the road. The land owned by my parents and the land owned by my grandparents was all ancient riverbed. Just under the ground is densely packed rock between 18 and 1 inch and I'd say every size had just about equal representation. No lawn mowers. Both properties had to be cut with a string trimmer. Picking rocks was a chore that we attempted and that my mom is still attempting at retirement age. It's hopeless. But I still had to fucking do it.
You are my absolute favorite channel on Utoob. Thank for always providing knowledge humor and sarcasm so beautifully woven together into videography perfection. Keep choochin good sir.
You my good sir are a rarity to me. I don't much care for people in general, but you would be one of the very few I would even consider being around. I like to depend on myself for what needs to be done and you are of like mind.
I always enjoyed picking up black walnuts inside the bullpen as a youngster more than tossing plowed up rocks (if i had a choice for the daytime weekend fun activities) Although then I had to crack and separate as many seasoned bucket fulls as fresh I picked up... 🤔 And apparently disposable nitrile/latex or any type of kitchen gloves didn't exist besides the single pair my mom had at home that were off limits for me to use... Usually the black stain would nearly be worn off my hands by the next weekend it was time to go to my grandparents house and repeat the process... 🤲🏿 🤣 Top tip, pay more attention to the bull's location than where the easiest clusters of walnuts are to snatch up, or be quick at climbing trees... Trust me on that last part! 😂👍(Also pick the grapes fast enough to keep the birds away, or be prepared to play hide and seek with an old man shooting a .22lr over your head... I dunno if he could see me, but he could damn sure see the bird 3 feet away 😆)
To drill through the other side of metal I let off on the pressure. If I get it right the hole finishes smoothly. Though, I still pucker up from memories of twisted wrists and drills chucked across the room. If you do it enough there is a change in sound to be learned when the bit is reaching the other side. It's the hole getting bigger as the point goes through. Or, you can strap a piece of wood to the other side to drill into. What's happening is as the metal being drilled gets thin the drill bit is able to grab the whole thickness and get all caught up. Literally, but not quite literally, biting off more than it can chew. Light pressure or a backing plate helps with this.
My first job in high-school was picking rocks off a ranchers field, was a pivotal learning experience. I ran for the technical science trades as fast as I could, haven't touched a rock since. Hydroponics is good, no dirt or watering, weeding, rocks etc
@4:52 .. hearing the "heah" for "here" hit me close to home in northern Kentucky, remembering a buddy from around 18 years ago saying it that way.. Your fluency is all the langejes is superb my friend 👍
Ah, joys of parenting! You sounded like myself with my two younger ones. Even the answer "i don't like you today". And the "i'm not here to be your friend".
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Rock picking, hoeing 1800 linear feet of sweet corn in the midday sun, helping grandpa sling 3" diameter 20' long irrigation pipe sections, shoveling 100 chickens worth of 💩 out of a tar paper roofed tin shack in 95 degree heat... Made all the little stuff my peers got worked up over seem pretty silly, and there's nothing quite like bacon and eggs what was grown less than 100ft from where you're eating it.
Amen brother
The produce had better better be worth the stank and sweat. I’m sure she’s a sweet lady
And today's kids go into a panic and get mad when their $10 burnt coffee isn't at the right temp.
100%
The pain tasted better when you can eat it after
Sounds like Chickadee is rapidly approaching the teen years. The next 10 years or so should be interesting.
For values of "interesting" = "if I'm lucky she won't call the mounties on me 'cause she's having a bad hair day".
EDIT
I remember when uncle bumblefuck couldn't keep her out of the shop. Does she still have her own hammer? (sniff)
Ah, the old Chinese curse: "May you live in interesting times" 😁
Jeebus, are we all getting that old? 😂
@@JeffCowan Yeah, yeah we are.
If I recall watching him and chickadee over the years, I think she and her father are darn near the same age as my son and his father. And the attitudes follow suit.
Little chikadee has truly grown up. Has kept her humour though. Good job uncle bumblefuck.
As someone whose a little further along in the raising stage of life I will tell you that the smart ass remarks only increase and get more direct. You see, they learn the cleverness of what you say to them then turn it around and use it against you when you least expect. Enjoy the ride, brother. It won't be boring.
I dated a girl from Minnesota for a while, even went up to visit her parents and home one year. She showed me the rock wall around the front 80 acre field made entirely from rocks that she and her brother picked as kids and her dad picked as a kid when he was their age. She told me how happy they were to be done with it that first year thinking they were done forever, only to find out they'd have to do it again the next year, and the next year, and the next year. IT BUILDS CHARACTER, their dad would shout from the back porch with a Miller in his hands as they lamented another season's rock picking. Beautiful land up there.
Ahh yes, picking rocks. I thought my folks were in the wrong business farming, we should have had a gravel pit 😂😂
Gravel grows up to be rocks.
Root systems keep the rocks in the ground for the most part. Its why the forest floor isnt covered in small rocks. Clear the ground down to open soil and every freeze thaw cycle brings every rock up an inch or 2. You'll be picking them for years in a new garden if you're ground is rocky like ours. Many places ive dug in ct were more rock than dirt. We would be short on backfill a lot of the time if the job called for rocks to be taken out. Putting it utility lines, planting trees, etc.
@@ctdieselnut Your average Black Hills South Dakota hay field will give you rocks by the semi truck load every year for many generations. My friends grand kids are picking rocks in the same field we did 30 years ago, so on and so forth since Custer first can through on his fateful trip to the Little Big horn.
@@TraceyAllen , I grew up 3 miles east of Caputa, just outside of Rapid City. The rock picking in that area is no joke. Dug up a 30 pound Fairburn agate digging a fence post hole one summer. It sat on our front porch for years, but long since has disappeared. Wish it was still around. I would slice it up and probably be able to sell it to make up for all the free labor I put in every summer picking rocks out of the field.
Did I hear the kids say they want a EXTEC TURBOTRAC dirt screener with vibrating hopper and 45 foot stacker for Christmas?
You trained them well.
No joke, you're a great father teaching your kids all these life skills and self sufficient mindset.
he ain't there to be their friend...
They might hate it now, but they will probably appreciate it later.
Awwwe, your dog holding it's stuffed lion melts my heart! 🥺🤗
From one father of two amazing daughters to another, your doing right.
Ain't he though? Fuckin guy has nailed it from day one. Baby doll too. Some lucky kids there.
If your kids say they love you but don’t like you, you’re doing it right.
What a comfort seeing such a loving and well-adjusted family. The cute puppy wagging her tail with her toy overloaded the wholesome scales. Kudos to you guys.
AvE: _"I ain't here to be your friend."_
Chick-a-dee: _"Neither am I !"_
Best comeback ever. She's learning.
Rock harvesting, best part of tater farmin
Chickadee sounds like she's well on her way to becoming an angsty, but well-adjusted, well-learned tweener. "Pick those rocks and suffer! says dad. It builds character! says papa. How else are we gonna plant these bahdadoes?!" says funcle Bumblebuck.
My dad threatening a 'Fleury to the solar plexus' was all the encouragement I needed to pick rocks. Loved the champ!
I miss the BOLTRs, but these "e'ry day with Uncle Bumblefork" vids are just as entertaining.
This lad has perfect chaotically wholesome energy
"You're a bad father. Sometimes i do love you but sometimes i dont"😅 what a comment of pure gold straight from the heart. We feel you kiddo.
Usually we see the ground but now we saw the sky. Thanks for changing our perspective.
The way you described “How to drill a hole” was simple, concise and such a pleasure to witness; as it should be for anyone with a goal to hole with a drill and twisty bits to appreciate. Perfect tutorial (as always).
What a good dad.
They will be ready for the real world indeed.
Holy smokes, feed that garden whatever you feed Chickadee. She's growing right up in a hurry.
That's just us people getting past more winters hehe. Moar experience! Wisdom might be right around the corner, who knows
Came for the farm implement,
finished with the poem,
Quite satisfied 👍
The old egg beater got me plenty of times when I was apprentice 😂😂 even launched me off a ladder once
The Champ deserves a Heritage Minute or 9
I have learned over the years, It isn't what you do with the kiddos, it is the time you spend with them and for that you are an awesome father and a true CHAMP!
Not a father granted, but I don’t see anything wrong here apart from quality time and a little character building bud. She’ll be just fine.👍
"It"s not my job to be your friend." The best thing you can tell your child, and some day they will understand, and respect you for it!
Torch the bends so the metal doesn't spring back when you remove the bolts from the back, And then add the bracing for redundancy and visual appreciation.
Kid: Why are there stones every year in the garden? Grandfather: Glacier brought them. Kid: Where did the glacier go? Grandfather: Back up north to get more stone.
Daughterly love is a beautiful thing!
My dad used to listen to Q107.1 out of Toronto when I was a kid, and I remember always staying up late with him to listen to the champ! Wicked man, I love it!
Bug, my daughter, is a Chickadee fan. Got her a People Are Monsters hoodie and it's in her regular rotation. We're both hoping for another Chickadee Engineering episode - any on the horizon?
Hi Bug, Thanks! Chickadee might need a little coaxing, but I'll set up some fun experiments OK?
@@arduinoversusevil2025 is Brotherbear shop ready yet?
I'm glad my intuition on the high speed-light pressure at the end of the hole is right, or at least there's someone else doing it wrong with me 😂
Dog enters the scene all cute with his stuffy, then goes on to stand there and supervise the rock picking chain gang.
"'s a hard life pickin stones and pullin teets but sure as gods got sandals beats fightin dudes with treasure trails"
I’m not here to be you’re friend…..and neither am I …….great reply from the wee stone picker….👍😜🇮🇲
Ahhhhh, I remember the good ol days at the farm. Picking rocks in the heat of the day between milking times.... then going out afterwards trying to spread my rocks and milk some udder things.
Vicious cycle
That beautiful interaction with your younguns brought a tear to my eye reminiscing over my own childhood years, best raising I coulda had
MY LORD, his child is nearly real human sized now.
Time is Passing Fast Now.
That's some fine cobblin sir. Also bloody honest and brotherly of you to share Bumble Jr's assessment of the state of play! Made me feel better about the feedback from my own pups when mild slave labour is enforced. We're not here to be their friend! Keep on bumbling 👍
When Chickadee hates picking rocks by hand enough she will fabricobble a PTO-driven rock picker. 💡
Definitely raising the kids right Uncle Bumble
Hearing the parenting had me in stitches, and you've got some sharp kids bud, makes absolute sense you want them prepared for the tough relentlessness of life. 👍All the best
my 4 year old seems to live rock picking currently
keeps bringing pocketfuls into the house drives the vacuum crazy
The washing machine really loves those nuggets!
Slauncha! Bonus points for the Uncle Donnie reverse action!
For those who want to know, it's spelled Sláinte, but pronounced slauncha, it's Irish and means "Good Health" I liked the Sandler fan Easter Egg
great reference, I almost missed it lol
That comment on being fooled was just as inspirational as first the time I heard W say it.
Rock picking! The memories come rushing back! Good times
Gorgeous plot! Wish I had some dirt. Or such a dirty mind. Here in the house of pain it's shuffle the stuff month. Bustin' azz with the working class! And after years of pinchin pennies so hard they bleed, besides over heating my arthritis, a bit of spare change! All winter my hands gave me no trouble, now they are hurting like in a vise. Oh well. Such is life. Good to see such ingenuity, may God shine down upon us all! Peace!
We would call the spiral chip swarf in my days of suffering in the machine shop 😂
A cheap cutting oil spray keeps the drill bit really cold and working faster. 👌👍
Here's a trick to drilling a hole to get through the last part. Once it's where you changed speed just go around to tother side and drill from there. It goes through like butter that way and also does not leave a burr.
Nice to see any harvest from that moon soil.
Hardly a rock in sight, that's fine soil there! Absolutely wonderful! Young-uns doing a great job!
Chickadee already forming a bit of an attitude with the most adorable way of expressing it lmao
Most people don't know this fact but rocks are a crop and new ones appear every year.
Those who do know this almost always have a fun story on how they learned such a valuable lesson.
Pov of the tool going in the hole is my favorite
Pardon?
"I hate picking rocks"...I so resemble those remarks!!!!
Everybody hates picking rock until that magical moment you find an agate about the size of a baseball. THAT will wake you up some and generate years of happy memories.
I got a fantastic rock harvest this year. Hopefully the vagetables do well too!
Literally never heard anyone make a ‘psychotic legend of uncle donny’ reference except for me before. Congrats
You never know what you get on this channel. Love it to the fullest like hearing from the family job well done as always.
"Sometimes I do love you, sometimes I don't. Today, I don't love you...."
As always, I return to your chanel for the educational material but your choice of words during narration are always a 'hoot' to listen to. Great respect for you from Texas.
Remember kids rocks are like hitch hikers if you don’t make eye contact you don’t gotta pick em up 😂
Picking rocks is me and all my cousins' core memory of grandpa. Riding around the dusty dirt farm in the 4' wagon getting sandblasted by the honda wheeler and lightheaded from poorly burnt gasoline.
Tell those whiny kids to look for arrowhead and stone hammers, then its a treasure hunt
Suffer, SUFFERRRRR 😂 Could hear the smile in the silent chuckle.
Don’t let them see you crack a smile though, learned that from my granddad when I was up to no good and got a earful from my mom and gran. He’d sit in his chair and all of a sudden the top of newspaper would be raised up above hair level and shake a bit. Learned later he loved his grandkid’s antics, but wasn’t allowed to show it. Else he’d get an earful from the ladies, for egging us lol
Also café correcto, I love mine with Sambucco 😊
Incomprehensible and excellent as always 💪
Its not incomprehensible, you just gotta have 15 years of shared background and an appreciation for a wide selection of miseries and difficulties brought forth by your own ingenuity and hubris!
Boom!
Hardwood dowels definitely don't weld well for sure. It's all that cellulose. 😂
Gotta get you some of that there Ironwood them amazonians been growin'
You continue to provide entertainment, education, and hope for the future 👍👊🇺🇸🤘
Another father chiming in as I had a similar conversation with my younger daughter recently. I even had to use the same admonition to my mouthy youngin: "I ain't here to be your friend." Good on you sir!
Ha ha ha ha!!!!! From the mouths of babes! Builds character, kiddos! It may take a few decades, but you'll look back and appreciate it one day!
I love being underneath you angle as you expertly drill that steel
Your dog is identical to one whom I was able to happily have in my life for 13 years, Kudos sir
Indeed, a real beauty!
Drilling tuition was pretty spot on. If you clamp a piece of hardwood on the inside of your steel the bit tends to be way less agressive.
Wow, that corretto got you going
About farming, have you heard of Sepp Holzer, the Austrian "rebel farmer"? His ingenuity when it comes to turning dirt into food even in the roughest conditions is something to behold. Happens to carry quite the personality on him. That along with his unorthodox yet absolutely pin point sharp, organic logic earnt him the worthy nickname. Your riffing with your kid was hilarious!
i finally sat down at the grinder and made myself learn how to sharpen drill bits. now that its been a while, i can look back and truly say one f the best shop skills i ever learned
Fond (Ha!) memories growing up walking behind the wagon picking rocks.
I once was making motor mounts for my 24 Hours of Lemons car with some UHMW, a hole saw, and a 1/2" corded drill from the big rock candy mountain. I thought I could shoot a nice picture for the build blog with my left hand, while drilling with my right, and soon found myself flipped over with a cord around my right arm and a busted metacarpal to boot. Two handed drilling! And is that RCR at the end?
you're a great dad
I'll send your kind character reference on to the authorities. Thank you!
@@arduinoversusevil2025 you’re teaching your kid that suffering is all part of the fun. A very wise strategy
Knew a guy with a field full of rocks that needed to be removed and, rather than forcing his boys to do the dreaded job, he put empty 55 gallon steel barrels at the field edges and began lobbing rocks at and into them. The boys joined him and started a contest about who could get the most rocks into the barrels. Dad wandered back to the house and wasn't surprised when the neighbor boys joined in on the rock throwing. A few days later the field was empty of rocks and the kids were carrying rocks back from the barrels to throw some more. Farm CEO expertise at its best.
Tom Sawyer painting the fence.😁
I grew up on a good bit of land in the San Pedro Valley of southern Arizona my grandparents were right down the road. The land owned by my parents and the land owned by my grandparents was all ancient riverbed. Just under the ground is densely packed rock between 18 and 1 inch and I'd say every size had just about equal representation. No lawn mowers. Both properties had to be cut with a string trimmer. Picking rocks was a chore that we attempted and that my mom is still attempting at retirement age. It's hopeless. But I still had to fucking do it.
Ol daughter is feisty😂
I soooo look forward to these vijayos, no matter the subject.
Thank you sir
You are my absolute favorite channel on Utoob. Thank for always providing knowledge humor and sarcasm so beautifully woven together into videography perfection. Keep choochin good sir.
Spin ya right round, baby right round!
I love nature shadayows. You are a rare breed. IT's in a vice.
You my good sir are a rarity to me. I don't much care for people in general, but you would be one of the very few I would even consider being around. I like to depend on myself for what needs to be done and you are of like mind.
I always enjoyed picking up black walnuts inside the bullpen as a youngster more than tossing plowed up rocks (if i had a choice for the daytime weekend fun activities) Although then I had to crack and separate as many seasoned bucket fulls as fresh I picked up... 🤔 And apparently disposable nitrile/latex or any type of kitchen gloves didn't exist besides the single pair my mom had at home that were off limits for me to use... Usually the black stain would nearly be worn off my hands by the next weekend it was time to go to my grandparents house and repeat the process... 🤲🏿 🤣 Top tip, pay more attention to the bull's location than where the easiest clusters of walnuts are to snatch up, or be quick at climbing trees... Trust me on that last part! 😂👍(Also pick the grapes fast enough to keep the birds away, or be prepared to play hide and seek with an old man shooting a .22lr over your head... I dunno if he could see me, but he could damn sure see the bird 3 feet away 😆)
To drill through the other side of metal I let off on the pressure. If I get it right the hole finishes smoothly. Though, I still pucker up from memories of twisted wrists and drills chucked across the room. If you do it enough there is a change in sound to be learned when the bit is reaching the other side. It's the hole getting bigger as the point goes through. Or, you can strap a piece of wood to the other side to drill into. What's happening is as the metal being drilled gets thin the drill bit is able to grab the whole thickness and get all caught up. Literally, but not quite literally, biting off more than it can chew. Light pressure or a backing plate helps with this.
"It shouldn't come down" are the last words of many a tipper truck mechanic I can assure you.
👍 #thx ...safed my day again 🤗
greetz from Deutschland 😉
My first job in high-school was picking rocks off a ranchers field, was a pivotal learning experience. I ran for the technical science trades as fast as I could, haven't touched a rock since. Hydroponics is good, no dirt or watering, weeding, rocks etc
@4:52 .. hearing the "heah" for "here" hit me close to home in northern Kentucky, remembering a buddy from around 18 years ago saying it that way..
Your fluency is all the langejes is superb my friend 👍
Hahaha you kids sound just like mine! "I hate picking rocks the most" 😂 way to go dad!
Why do I feel like I have hot metal bits in my eyes now.
Rock farmer, a noble profession.
homage to The Champ well done "Chump" well done
Love me some fine poetry.
Ah, joys of parenting! You sounded like myself with my two younger ones. Even the answer "i don't like you today". And the "i'm not here to be your friend".