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Posted on October 24, 2008 - by Hubba

A New Coat for Hubba

As the weather has turned colder, I have begun my annual fall search for a work jacket.  I retired the last workhorse I had a couple of winters ago because the zipper broke, and I have been relying on ill-fitting castoffs (most of which didn’t have a working zipper) ever since.

But my morning coat search had become more and more futile with each passing day.  I am baffled by how fast coats (more…)

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Posted on October 6, 2008 - by Hubba

Postholes, not Swords

The last three days, I helped build a mile of fence.  When I got in at night, I was too tired to write anything on Hubba’s House.  We worked awfully hard.  It wasn’t a flat mile of fence, it went through several draws.

But I always think about how easy we have it today.  We worked hard, and we were tired at night, for sure.  But we bought all of the posts.  The wood posts were pointed and we drove them into the ground with a tractor-mounted machine.  Any places where the ground was flat enough, we unrolled the wire with an ATV.  Where it wasn’t, we would park the ATV, and walk the wire across the draw.  We had a Bobcat with a posthole digger to dig all the holes.

Back in the day, before they ever started fencing, they had to cut the posts, which is terribly hard work.  Then they had to dig a hole by hand for every one of them.  In a mile of fence, we probably only dug fifteen holes.  They usually put the spools of wire on a long rod and walked them from one end to the other.  Yeah, we have it very easy.

Still, I was a little jealous when I heard that my sister Julie in Ft. Collins has made a new friend who is taking a college fencing class, and has made Julie her sparring partner on occasion.  I think I would enjoy that type of fencing a whole lot more.

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Posted on September 26, 2008 - by Hubba

Joke of the Day

A blond ran a stoplight and collided with a burly redneck in a pickup.  The burly redneck chased the blonde down and ran her off the road.

The redneck climbed out of his pickup, went over to the blonde’s car, hauled her out, and drew a circle on the shoulder of the road.  “You stay in this circle,” he told her.

The redneck walked over to the blonde’s car, and taking his keys, he scratched the paint on both sides.  He turned around to find the blonde smirking at him.  This made him mad, so he scratched the hood and trunk and broke off a rear-view mirror.  When he turned around a second time, the blonde was actually giggling.

Enraged, the redneck got a tire iron, mashed the hood, broke out the windshield and the headlights, took out the other rear-view mirror, and twisted the bumper.  Behind him the blonde was laughing hysterically.

He walked over to her and demanded to know what was so funny.  “Every time you turn around,” she said between bursts of laughter, “I step outside the circle!”

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Posted on September 19, 2008 - by Hubba

The Internet & Me

I normally post a podcast on HH on Wednesdays.  This week I offered a very short story on Wednesday and promised that there would be a podcast “tomorrow.”

Tomorrow came and went, and in case you hadn’t noticed, there was no podcast.  I can explain, sort of.

The really short explanation as always is that I’m an idiot.  But more specifically, to deliver my daily dose of stupidity here at Hubba’s House, I go to a ‘login’ page.  It’s a “backdoor to the internet” so to speak.

But last week, the Hubba’s House architect installed a new “back door.”  I can find the door, I can get myself through, but I can’t seem to get the podcasts through.  All of this in a manner of speaking.  It should be painfully obvious by now that I don’t have a clue what I’m talking about.

But hopefully me and the architect will have a little confab pretty quick and get it all straightened out.  And then you can have a good chuckle listening to a story about me and John Paul.

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Posted on September 17, 2008 - by Hubba

More Than One Way

Yesterday, we worked a bunch of heifers.  I caught four horses, one for me, Austin, Gemma and Celine.  The horse I caught for Austin, Eddie, blew up as I was leading him across the yard and bucked all around the driveway.  That’s when Dad remembered that we had some cows out somewhere else. 

I tied Austin’s horse to the corral fence, and we left.  Austin was on his own at the far end of the place.  When Austin went to get Eddie, Eddie bucked again.  He was tied to the fence, so he just stood in one spot and turned the crank.

Well, Austin devised a rather unorthodox plan to stay on top of the horse.  He went and put on his chinks, and then he coated the inside leg with spray-on adhesive.  When he got in the saddle, he was literally glued in place.

There are a million ways this could have gone wrong, but Austin stayed on the horse and got all the cows out of the neighbors.  He’s quite a thinker, that one.

Podcast tomorrow…

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