Any of you guys ever pull one on your dad ?
Back several years ago, I was 16 I think, & went with my dad on the truck. We went to blackfoot , Id to load cattle coming back to maryville, Mo 2 trucks, My dad and me in his truck & gene a friend of my dads in his truck.
Anyhow we got to blackfoot on fri night, couldn't load till mon morning. Soooo we checked into a nice but very old very small motel.
No restaurant or bar, so my dad talked the motel mng into loaning him his car and off gene & dad went to find snacks & liq. , meanwhile back at the old cabover KW sat a 16 year old talking on the CB {might have been lookin for girls[:D]} when all of a sudden this pretty little voice answered, well, hormones kicked into overdrive & the race was on.
I made arrangments with this dream voice to come by the motel, told her the room # & that I would be waiting to see her.
After a short time the car with gene & dad returned, I jumped out of the truck & we went into the room.
Time went by pretty slow as I awaited my dream catch, Dad took a shower and gene was catching up on his paperwork, when KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK sounded at the door, my dad came out of the bath 1/2 shaved with a towel around himself, gene looked up from paperwork, & dad said "well, answer the door" {keep in mind I had yet to tell them of my little arrangment to meet miss america} I grinned real big, and grabed the door knob, give it a quick turn & opened the door.
That was the first time I can think of that I thought I was hav'n a heart attack,Standing just outside the door was the LARGEST woman this young boy had ever seen anywhere.
She smiled real big an said and I quote" Hi, I'm the mazda momma"
end quote {that was her Cb handle}
Now I don't know if you have ever been in a spot like this or not but, here I was standing between my half shaved, half naked dad with a razor in his hand & more woman than I ever seen.
About that time the thought occured to me RUN, so I said "dad its for you" and shot past her out the door.
I was out side forever it seemed when the door opened & she left, my father met me at the door when I tried coming back into the room.
Sure was cold sleeping in that old cabover that nite.
I lost my dad Sept. 7 2004 & I miss him everyday, but about 6 months before he passed I caught him telling this story to a friend of his,
He thought it was funny YEARS after the fact.
Dan
That was her cb handle}
Anyhow we got to blackfoot on fri night, couldn't load till mon morning. Soooo we checked into a nice but very old very small motel.
No restaurant or bar, so my dad talked the motel mng into loaning him his car and off gene & dad went to find snacks & liq. , meanwhile back at the old cabover KW sat a 16 year old talking on the CB {might have been lookin for girls[:D]} when all of a sudden this pretty little voice answered, well, hormones kicked into overdrive & the race was on.
I made arrangments with this dream voice to come by the motel, told her the room # & that I would be waiting to see her.
After a short time the car with gene & dad returned, I jumped out of the truck & we went into the room.
Time went by pretty slow as I awaited my dream catch, Dad took a shower and gene was catching up on his paperwork, when KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK sounded at the door, my dad came out of the bath 1/2 shaved with a towel around himself, gene looked up from paperwork, & dad said "well, answer the door" {keep in mind I had yet to tell them of my little arrangment to meet miss america} I grinned real big, and grabed the door knob, give it a quick turn & opened the door.
That was the first time I can think of that I thought I was hav'n a heart attack,Standing just outside the door was the LARGEST woman this young boy had ever seen anywhere.
She smiled real big an said and I quote" Hi, I'm the mazda momma"
end quote {that was her Cb handle}
Now I don't know if you have ever been in a spot like this or not but, here I was standing between my half shaved, half naked dad with a razor in his hand & more woman than I ever seen.
About that time the thought occured to me RUN, so I said "dad its for you" and shot past her out the door.
I was out side forever it seemed when the door opened & she left, my father met me at the door when I tried coming back into the room.
Sure was cold sleeping in that old cabover that nite.
I lost my dad Sept. 7 2004 & I miss him everyday, but about 6 months before he passed I caught him telling this story to a friend of his,
He thought it was funny YEARS after the fact.
Dan
That was her cb handle}
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good story
i lost mine in 00, still catch myself looking at things, and saying to myself he would like that0 -
One time Dad and I were traveling somewhere early, before sun-up and
there wasn't much traffic. We were going through a small town, and
Dad was mid-way in blowing a stop light. I was slumped over on the
passenger side, and woke just in time to see this. While pretending
to still be asleep I made the most convincing distant siren sounds
ya ever heard. The look on his face, and tap of the brakes was priceless. Needless to say, I lost it.[:D][8D][:D][8D]0 -
"Any of you guys ever pull one on your dad"?
NEVER! [;)]0 -
that's hillarious, dan.[:D]
Ben0 -
Pull one on my dad? You mean one of his fingers? 0 -
My father loved to plant things and when we bought our first home (in Chicago), he lovingly created eight beds for roses. He banked the dirt all up and nice, added his "special mix" of nails and fish heads, and planted the rose bushes.
Having nothing to do, I decided they looked like freshly covered graves. So I made eight crosses and planted them at the head of each one.
I still laugh at the expression on his face when he went to the back porch to see "his" garden. He wasn't amused or forgiving.0 -
this got me thinking, i may have not pulled much on my dad, but he did every chance he got, true story, mean but true
my second cousin{dads cousin}, wound up marrying the biggest, most annoying beach in the country, her and my dad never did get along, well she was superstitious like old lady Winchester, they lived pretty far in the country, and she had a small path through the woods to get to the road to retrieve the mail, so my wise azz dad decides to go out and have a grave marker made with her name on it, and a up coming date, of course when found it went nuts, never spoke to him again, i don't think it could have turned out better in his eyes0 -
one time my dad asked me to get the lottery numbers off the tv because he was out for the night...so i did..but i also looked at his ticket and wrote down those numbers and left it on the counter..boy there was alot of yahoo and so on when he came home, but when i gave him the real numbers,i can honestly say he was not happy..if you look at my face in the right light you can still see the scars.never again 0 -
quote:Originally posted by 1911a1fan
good story Great story !
i lost mine in 00, still catch myself looking at things, and saying to myself he would like that
Fixed it for you .
I have too many . ( I mean really there are too many,there should be fewer , I was a rotten kid )
As a young lad I was taking trombone lessions and hated them , so I would learn my lession and after it sounded pretty good I'd record it....then play it back through my very good for the time stereo . Then I would have an hour of free time to do as I pleased .
One night dad thought I sounded very good and opened the door to tell me and found me at the window talking to a friend .
I think I still have scar-tissue on my butt from that night
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I must say it worked great for about 7 months .
SxS
PS Hard to believe it's been almost 30 years since his death and over 40 years since my mother passed , and I'm a few years away from 50 .
Ahhh to think of all the crap I pulled that they never got to hear about [:)].
Tis a good thing . They might have died sooner.....0 -
Dove hunting w/ my Dad about 5 years before he passed on- he was ALWAYS short of birdshot, and "borrowing" a few rounds. "Loaned" him some of my reloads. Special reloads. #0 birdshot- no shot, 3 wads. 0 -
Lord knows I tried, but my dad was a cop and I had two older, brothers. I didn't stand a chance. We had Pop over for dinner tonight. I'm learning to cherish every moment I spend with him. I don't want to think of a world where I can't just drop over to Mom and Pop's house and spend a few hours talking guns or history or music.
Back on topic, that was a terrific story. I laughed hard.0 -
we used to go skeet shooting at our little piece of paradise we had to hunt, 100 pvt. farm with full run as we pleased. We would take 9 rds with us out in to the field to practice passing shots instead of your typical bird flying away from you... there was a fairly decent crowd there that day shooting with us, i looked everyone and asked if they wanted to see something funny, so i lowered the trap and set the clay pigeon further up on the arm and sent one about 4 ft over dads head, needless to say he dusted it and rained #8 shot down on our heads , we all had a good laugh, everytime we had a decent crowd after that i'd always sail one just over head height at dad for grins 0 -
Funny story Dan! Thanks for sharing! 0 -
Good story dan, Thanks.[^] 0 -
Dad and I were returning from a hunting trip and he had to pee real bad. There wasn't much traffic and we were out in the middle of nowhere so I stopped and he got out and started to relieve himself. I couldn't resist. I drove away and left him standing there, all alone, with Johnson in hand, peeing all over the shoulder. I backed up and let him back in and he was laughing as hard as I was. He liked a good joke too, even if he was the object of it. 0
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