If you’ve never been I highly recommend the Ft Worth Stockyards and take family to the rodeo there too. It’s a great show and they put it on weekly for tourists who have never been. My whole family absolutely loved it.
Back in the mid 80's, I traveled from Florida, to taking a class in Dallas. I was downtown Dallas one night, and when I left to go back to hotel, these two women pulled up beside me, flashed their boobs, rolled down the window, and said follow us.
My little head took control of me, and I was following them to wherever they were taking me.
So we got to this exit that said, Ft. Worth. As they got off the exit, and I followed, one road cut to the left, to go left at the intersection, and the other cut right. I as was approaching the split, my nose, out of nowhere started pouring blood. It was a real gusher. This had never happened in my whole life. I mean it went from okay, to just flat out pouring all over my shirt.
Well when my nose started pouring blood, it's like I immediately came to my senses. I kid you not, it was like a sign from God hit me, and I realized something wasn't right about this. I got a very uncomfortable feeling, so I cut right, while they cut left, and I got back on interstate going back where I came form, and went back to hotel.
I short time after that event, I can't remember exactly when, a matter of weeks, I saw a newscast about this female pair of serial killers who got picked up in Ft. Worth, or Dallas area who had been picking up men, luring them to there home, and killing them. I remember at the time thinking, "that looks like the two women I was following", and how my nose bleed saved my life. I felt, and feel that God directly intervened to save me. (maybe if your from Texas you know who I mean)
I could tell you more stories like this where God, as thought by some very unexplainable event, saved me from death, but that is another story.
Awesome story. That is EXACTLY how God has kept me out of situations. Things where I think I’m my head “wtf is the chance of this? Call it a day. GTFH.”
Growing up in Houston - many similar calls. My situational awareness is amazingly battle hardened now.
When I was a kid a Student living alone down the street disapeared. The cops came looking for her over and over and at like age 6 I told the cop “did you guys search her car in thee driveway?” The putzes never thought to.
She was in the trunk.
Coral Eugene Watts was her suspected killer through they never proved it and he only passively admitted to it.
We also prevented several little girls from being kidnapped. We knew that if you were in a part of a neighborhood and there were quick extraction points and little girls to keep eyes on the ones that had routines. The ones getting off buses at the same time. The ones that always came out to play after dinner at 630 before the streetlights came back on.
We chased off a lot of creepers.
What’s more is local
Police did color outside the law to - handle some uncolourful situations. Several strange old men that were repeatedly seen gawking kids found dead.
Look. I love the cops that looked after me as a kid. They were Peace Officers.
“Son. That weed could ruin your life. You’re a good kid. Please make better decisions. Also remember that if you smoke that in public you’re going to make me have to do my job. Please don’t make me do my job. Study and keep up with your computers.”
Edit: also - I was Two Doors down when the Railway Killer was slaughtering a woman and living in her house in West University.
I believe you. He has done for me as well friend. Back in 90’s my girlfriend at time asked me to borrow my pickup truck so she could bring her bike to work - there was a bike-a-thon after work for fundraiser. I argued because I was going trout fishing after work that day about 50 miles from our house, and I didn’t want to go fishing in a Ford Escort. Now, my truck was an older Chevy S10 ext cab (hand crank windows) while hers was brand new with electric windows, AC, and automatic shoulder seatbelt straps. I NEVER would wear a seatbelt and if I drove with her I would ‘duck’ as soon as she turned the ignition key so the strap would go past me against seat.
So, fast forward she wins argument and gets my truck for the day. I toss my gear into trunk and with waders already on jump into her car and start it. Damnit if that shoulder strap doesn’t catch me not paying attention. Now it’s too tight and I can’t get it over me me so I finally drive off with just the shoulder strap on, no lap belt. 20 miles down the road and I’m on a 2 lane highway headed North, dead straightaway 65mph and a woman pulls out in front of me from my right, apparently to go South. She later claimed that she never saw me coming, however I saw her sitting at the end of that driveway for a half mile or more......and we were the only 2 cars at the scene of that accident for almost 5 minutes. I still believe to this day she had tried to commit suicide pulling out in front of me. The Ford Escort was destroyed with most of the engine being pushed up into the passenger seat. That damn shoulder strap broke most of my ribs and I had difficulty breathing for almost 2 months. Entire torso was black/blue from it. Wouldn’t be typing you this story had I been driving the truck, and had there not been a bike-a-thon, and on and on. There are no coincidences. His plan, His timing for everything. I’m still not sure what His plan is for me, but it is much bigger than dying that day on my way to go trout fishing.
Ha ha, I can just see you driving that escort hoping nobody you knew saw you in it, like when I walk my son's designer dog, I want to wear a sign that say, "Hey this ain't my dog, I'm just doing someone a favor."
And the seat belt thing, I totally identify with that. I have had rental cars that I drove for a solid week with the seat belt buzzer going ding ding ding, not because I'm against seatbelts, I just don't want to be force to wear one.
I was in a head on collision once, with a guy from my high school. I did not have on a seat belt, and nearly died. The spot of the collision was 3/10th of a mile from where I totaled another car, and almost died.
You probably would not believe me if I told you of all the accident I got into. I have flipped multiple cars, hit telephone poles more the once, ditch banks multiple times. One of my friends used to call me "Dashboard Brain" saying that I was the only guy he knew that has a permanent imprint of an odometer on his forehead lol.
The next to the last accident I had, like 2007 was when I came to a dead end in an office park. I was in a hurry, so I did a James Bond type turnaround. I reversed, and spun the wheel, a move I had perfected. But I did not account for the road being very rough rock, nor the fact that I was in a top heavy SUV. Well my SUV flipped up on it side so fast, I did not have time to pull in my had that I had out the window resting on the top of the door. It cut my hand up pretty bad, but did not break a single bone. And it put a dent in the top of my door, where the door meets the roof the shape of my hand. It was like someone took a sledgehammer and pounded my hand into the top of the door, where it meets the roof, but did not break a bone. It was like a miracle to me.
I have always prided myself on being a man when it came to pain, but mister that hurt. I once let a school bus down on my hand with my daddies wrecker, that smashed my hand down a piece of sheet metal, cutting into it the whole way. When I got my had out, some woman said "just look at the boy, he's been in so much pain he don't even feel it" Arh arh arh, that was a manly man moment there now lol. My brother came and was rushing me to the hospital. We passed a deputy doing about 100mph. The deputy pulled up beside us, I just held my had up, and he signaled, go on boys. Not likely to happen now. He'd probably shoot us for speeding.
But during the over turned car incident, after climbing out of my SUV, I walked up to the nearest office with my had steaming blood, knocked on the door, and ask a couple guys if they would come help me flip my car back over on the wheels. A good bunch of them city boys came out, but even though I called them panty waste wussies trying to motivate them, they refused to help me flip my car back on the wheels so I could be on my way. They instead listened to some overbearing nasal voice woman telling to to stay back, like my car was going to explode or something. I hate pussy men.
Funny story. Back when seat belt buzzers first came out, one day my brother was working in his garage business right off US-1 in Florida. This car load of black people pulled in. The man told him, Hey, we just bought this brand new car in South Carolina, and all the way down here, it's making a strange buzzing noise. He got in the car, cranked it up, and as soon as he put it in gear, the the seat belt buzzer starts buzzing.
He reached over and buckled the seat belt, and the buzzing stopped. The puzzled black man asked, "Now how you get dat to stop" They had drove all the way from South Carolina to Florida with the seat belt buzzer going off. When he told them about it, well don't need to describe that thing black folks do when they become hysterical, that slapping of the legs, that wobbling of the upper body like suddenly the head weigh too much for the torso to support, and that sound like Donald Duck cocking on a cracker. It was hilarious.
I'm glad god saved you my fren, and I'm glad you have enough sense to recognize it.
One part tells of when Davy still yet a boy, first met Andrew Jackson. Ch. 2 paragraph 4.
One thing that struck me in this story is how bloody tough boys, men, and even women were back then. The mamby pamby boys we got today are a sorry Lott.
Also tell of Davy's being told first had of the New Madrid quake.
Oh dang, this is going to be really good. Just read through the preface, and you'll know what I mean.
That someone so unschooled could speak so plainly, yet understandable, and from a such a plain sense of justice, and honesty, is a person of such a rare nature, that we instantly see the quality that made Davy Crockett so admired.
When I grew up, my cousin, and best friend, who I stayed with a lot during the summer, was from a family that lived like back woods pioneers. They had very little money. The father hunted year round to feed to family. But then there were laws that said, you can't hunt deer out of season, and you can't kill deer at night (fire hunting).
He disobeyed all these laws, and they were never able to catch him. He in my mind, was like that Davy Crockett you talk about.
I remember my brother telling me a story about how all the game wardens finally trapped him in the woods, down in the swamp. If you've ever been down in a bottom area, you know what I'm talking about with the little coca-cola colored streams that flow through the woods. Well he got down in one of the two foot wide streams, and slithered right between their legs practically, and made it back home. His escapes were like legend.
They had a fireplace that must have been five feet wide, like you could put half a tree in there, and in the winter time, we would stand around that fireplace turning like a rotisserie, freezing on one side, and burning up on the other.
We, as kids, not too old, would leave the house, and go back in the woods, and walk for miles and miles, and never see another person. Sometimes we would stay all night, and come back home the next day. It was like living a Huckleberry Finn novel back in them dark swamps. All night you could hear panthers screaming like babies, sounded like a baby crying.
Once we were walking across posted land, probably 5 miles from his house, and up in a clearing Uly, my friend said, "look, there is a deer up there. I said where? He said up there. I couldn't even see it, and I had good eyes. He threw up his 22, and shot the deer clean through the back, broke his spine. That was one hell of a shot with a 22. It still amazes me to this day. We were probably 7th graders, but he rigged that dear up for carrying, and we toted him all the way home. Oh, and it was a doe.
Anyway, my best friend was the guy, even in first grade on, that no one messed with. Every new guy that moved to town, eventually tried themselves against him, and I never saw him lose a fight.
Sometime around ninth grade, I remember him telling me a story about his trip out to Texas. He told me he shot a bird at some guy driving down the road, for some reason, I can't remember why. But he said that he nearly died that day. Said the man turned his truck around, and started chasing him, trying to run over him. He ran through people yards trying to get away. He told me, the man ran over close line, yard furniture, anything in the way, jumped curbs trying to catch him. He said it reminded him of that Dennis Weaver movie (Duel 1971 https://youtu.be/hhRdsuln3J4?t=3449) where he was chased by the manic in the semi-truck.
I remember him saying, don't fuck with those people out in Texas, their crazy.
I have a second home in Austin to be close to my grand kids when I visit. It’s just so sad how far left everyone is and I have to keep my mouth shut when visiting because I choose to be a part of their life and would not be if I was as vocal there as I am at home. But I have to say I’m not hearing or seeing as much about Biden anymore and the moment the last mask mandate finally expired in Austin, I was SHOCKED to see so many take off the masks! When I went to the grocery store I bet only 10% were still wearing them. Where I live further north in TX is Trump country but even to this day there are at least 20% who still wear masks to the grocery store.
I still have hope for Austin, my daughter and her husband told me on one of my more recent trips that they stopped watching CNN a few months ago because it was obviously too biased. I try to do at least one subconscious red pill at every visit. Sometimes it gets them thinking and sometimes it just starts a fight and I try quickly to change the subject to the grandkids. They claim to be middle of the road but they are still left of middle.
I moved away from just south of the river(near downtown) a few years back.
In my experiences, there are still a LOT of masked sheeple there, but I refrain from even going into town anymore due to how disgusting the place has become.
I really miss the OLD Austin of the 70's,80's and 90's where EVERYBODY got along and showed love for all.
I pray you are correct.
When I comment...y'all see a newbie handshake...I've been here since the beginning. My comments and upvotes here are..erased? Perhaps a random issue? No clue, but I'm Texas strong!
Good for you! I moved to Texas just NE of Dallas
about 7 years ago from a state where I paid 2.5% of appraised value for property tax (0.80% here) and dropped 8% state income tax to (0.00% here).
All my neighbors came over and invited us to their churches on day 1. Since then I am reminded daily how seriously the 2nd amm is taken as my neighbors all have target ranges in their backyards as well. These MFers are my kind of people - clinging to their guns and religion as Ofuckface would say.
I’m so sorry love! California is like a naturally beautiful human that was forced drugs and had surgery to fix nothing. Now I feel sad for the state and the ppl who suffer in it
Bellevue, Nebraska. My husband just got out of the AF after being stationed at Offutt/ Stratcom for over 15 years. Politics took over our military like poison.
I live by Ft. Hood and this is Trump country! ?????? I’m about 50 minutes to Austin.
My husband is almost 20 years active duty Army. Wow, has it changed!
My husband retires in 2 1/2 years and can’t wait. He cannot stand the woke culture. I went in enlisted in 1995 and he did in 1996. Back then they didn’t care about your feelings. ??
He’s commissioned now but a lot of the soldiers are so weak!
My neighborhood is all retired military and active duty. Lots of Trump flags, American Flags, farms and fireworks are definitely still going off! ????
Oh, and there’s a lot of fire arms here.
Welcome to Texas! You will ❤️ it. I am born and raised here.
Austin (mainly liberal), Dallas, and Houston have liberal areas. Austin is the worst! Mostly because of University of Texas.
I agree, when you leave the city by about 15-20 minutes, so much changes.
In the city there are a lot of commuters from the suburbs, so it’s still better than living in a liberal crap hole.
If you have kids that may go to college, don’t send them to UT. It’s super liberal. A&M is more conservative. Our son is in the physics program there. No masks, vaccines. None of that crap.
We’re in Salado. Salado is a little village by Belton. It’s growing out here. Lots of houses being built, since people are moving to Texas. It’s pretty country here. I like it that way..? I used to love the city until I grew up. ?
Killeen’s changed a lot. The crime is so bad. I miss the days when we lived on base, would go to the Commissary, and the PX. It’s just safer to live away from Killeen.
We can hear artillery from our house, even though we’re about 25-30 min from base.
If you woke up and got out, I'd hate to see you lumped in with the kombucha-and-LSD enema crowd. Luckily, you landed in the friendliest state in the nation.
Welcome! We live north of San Antonio where Patriots are plentiful. Sad to see what liberals have done to Austin. Houston and Dallas are not far behind. Out in Hill Country Trump flags still fly proudly!
I seriously wanna flip from Houston to Uvalde. Devils backbone has that “fuck you” feel to it and SHTF water availability out the yinyang. I could live off Garner State Park easy.
Welcome to our great state partner. Always joyful to add another patriot to the Texas population. I was born in Texas, lived in Texas my whole life, and when I die I just might go to Texas.
see that a lot in florida too. In fact you see it most places even ny upstate. Its the dem run larger cities that are brainwashed and shitholes.
Oh yeah. It’s crazy I live like 20 mins outside of Dallas and it is so crazy how different it is.
If you’ve never been I highly recommend the Ft Worth Stockyards and take family to the rodeo there too. It’s a great show and they put it on weekly for tourists who have never been. My whole family absolutely loved it.
Back in the mid 80's, I traveled from Florida, to taking a class in Dallas. I was downtown Dallas one night, and when I left to go back to hotel, these two women pulled up beside me, flashed their boobs, rolled down the window, and said follow us.
My little head took control of me, and I was following them to wherever they were taking me.
So we got to this exit that said, Ft. Worth. As they got off the exit, and I followed, one road cut to the left, to go left at the intersection, and the other cut right. I as was approaching the split, my nose, out of nowhere started pouring blood. It was a real gusher. This had never happened in my whole life. I mean it went from okay, to just flat out pouring all over my shirt.
Well when my nose started pouring blood, it's like I immediately came to my senses. I kid you not, it was like a sign from God hit me, and I realized something wasn't right about this. I got a very uncomfortable feeling, so I cut right, while they cut left, and I got back on interstate going back where I came form, and went back to hotel.
I short time after that event, I can't remember exactly when, a matter of weeks, I saw a newscast about this female pair of serial killers who got picked up in Ft. Worth, or Dallas area who had been picking up men, luring them to there home, and killing them. I remember at the time thinking, "that looks like the two women I was following", and how my nose bleed saved my life. I felt, and feel that God directly intervened to save me. (maybe if your from Texas you know who I mean)
I could tell you more stories like this where God, as thought by some very unexplainable event, saved me from death, but that is another story.
Pics or it didn't happen. ?
Do you have a picture of you being born? And yet you are here. How did that happen.
Russian bot.
What are you trying to say given your limited language skills.
Awesome story. That is EXACTLY how God has kept me out of situations. Things where I think I’m my head “wtf is the chance of this? Call it a day. GTFH.”
Growing up in Houston - many similar calls. My situational awareness is amazingly battle hardened now.
When I was a kid a Student living alone down the street disapeared. The cops came looking for her over and over and at like age 6 I told the cop “did you guys search her car in thee driveway?” The putzes never thought to.
She was in the trunk.
Coral Eugene Watts was her suspected killer through they never proved it and he only passively admitted to it.
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carl_Eugene_Watts
We also prevented several little girls from being kidnapped. We knew that if you were in a part of a neighborhood and there were quick extraction points and little girls to keep eyes on the ones that had routines. The ones getting off buses at the same time. The ones that always came out to play after dinner at 630 before the streetlights came back on.
We chased off a lot of creepers.
What’s more is local Police did color outside the law to - handle some uncolourful situations. Several strange old men that were repeatedly seen gawking kids found dead.
Look. I love the cops that looked after me as a kid. They were Peace Officers.
“Son. That weed could ruin your life. You’re a good kid. Please make better decisions. Also remember that if you smoke that in public you’re going to make me have to do my job. Please don’t make me do my job. Study and keep up with your computers.”
Edit: also - I was Two Doors down when the Railway Killer was slaughtering a woman and living in her house in West University.
https://www.chron.com/news/houston-texas/article/Railroad-killer-offers-apology-at-execution-1891401.php
Pretty amazing story you have there too.
How do you find the Railway killer?
You follow the tracks ha ha.
I believe you. He has done for me as well friend. Back in 90’s my girlfriend at time asked me to borrow my pickup truck so she could bring her bike to work - there was a bike-a-thon after work for fundraiser. I argued because I was going trout fishing after work that day about 50 miles from our house, and I didn’t want to go fishing in a Ford Escort. Now, my truck was an older Chevy S10 ext cab (hand crank windows) while hers was brand new with electric windows, AC, and automatic shoulder seatbelt straps. I NEVER would wear a seatbelt and if I drove with her I would ‘duck’ as soon as she turned the ignition key so the strap would go past me against seat. So, fast forward she wins argument and gets my truck for the day. I toss my gear into trunk and with waders already on jump into her car and start it. Damnit if that shoulder strap doesn’t catch me not paying attention. Now it’s too tight and I can’t get it over me me so I finally drive off with just the shoulder strap on, no lap belt. 20 miles down the road and I’m on a 2 lane highway headed North, dead straightaway 65mph and a woman pulls out in front of me from my right, apparently to go South. She later claimed that she never saw me coming, however I saw her sitting at the end of that driveway for a half mile or more......and we were the only 2 cars at the scene of that accident for almost 5 minutes. I still believe to this day she had tried to commit suicide pulling out in front of me. The Ford Escort was destroyed with most of the engine being pushed up into the passenger seat. That damn shoulder strap broke most of my ribs and I had difficulty breathing for almost 2 months. Entire torso was black/blue from it. Wouldn’t be typing you this story had I been driving the truck, and had there not been a bike-a-thon, and on and on. There are no coincidences. His plan, His timing for everything. I’m still not sure what His plan is for me, but it is much bigger than dying that day on my way to go trout fishing.
Ha ha, I can just see you driving that escort hoping nobody you knew saw you in it, like when I walk my son's designer dog, I want to wear a sign that say, "Hey this ain't my dog, I'm just doing someone a favor."
And the seat belt thing, I totally identify with that. I have had rental cars that I drove for a solid week with the seat belt buzzer going ding ding ding, not because I'm against seatbelts, I just don't want to be force to wear one.
I was in a head on collision once, with a guy from my high school. I did not have on a seat belt, and nearly died. The spot of the collision was 3/10th of a mile from where I totaled another car, and almost died.
You probably would not believe me if I told you of all the accident I got into. I have flipped multiple cars, hit telephone poles more the once, ditch banks multiple times. One of my friends used to call me "Dashboard Brain" saying that I was the only guy he knew that has a permanent imprint of an odometer on his forehead lol.
The next to the last accident I had, like 2007 was when I came to a dead end in an office park. I was in a hurry, so I did a James Bond type turnaround. I reversed, and spun the wheel, a move I had perfected. But I did not account for the road being very rough rock, nor the fact that I was in a top heavy SUV. Well my SUV flipped up on it side so fast, I did not have time to pull in my had that I had out the window resting on the top of the door. It cut my hand up pretty bad, but did not break a single bone. And it put a dent in the top of my door, where the door meets the roof the shape of my hand. It was like someone took a sledgehammer and pounded my hand into the top of the door, where it meets the roof, but did not break a bone. It was like a miracle to me.
I have always prided myself on being a man when it came to pain, but mister that hurt. I once let a school bus down on my hand with my daddies wrecker, that smashed my hand down a piece of sheet metal, cutting into it the whole way. When I got my had out, some woman said "just look at the boy, he's been in so much pain he don't even feel it" Arh arh arh, that was a manly man moment there now lol. My brother came and was rushing me to the hospital. We passed a deputy doing about 100mph. The deputy pulled up beside us, I just held my had up, and he signaled, go on boys. Not likely to happen now. He'd probably shoot us for speeding.
But during the over turned car incident, after climbing out of my SUV, I walked up to the nearest office with my had steaming blood, knocked on the door, and ask a couple guys if they would come help me flip my car back over on the wheels. A good bunch of them city boys came out, but even though I called them panty waste wussies trying to motivate them, they refused to help me flip my car back on the wheels so I could be on my way. They instead listened to some overbearing nasal voice woman telling to to stay back, like my car was going to explode or something. I hate pussy men.
Funny story. Back when seat belt buzzers first came out, one day my brother was working in his garage business right off US-1 in Florida. This car load of black people pulled in. The man told him, Hey, we just bought this brand new car in South Carolina, and all the way down here, it's making a strange buzzing noise. He got in the car, cranked it up, and as soon as he put it in gear, the the seat belt buzzer starts buzzing.
He reached over and buckled the seat belt, and the buzzing stopped. The puzzled black man asked, "Now how you get dat to stop" They had drove all the way from South Carolina to Florida with the seat belt buzzer going off. When he told them about it, well don't need to describe that thing black folks do when they become hysterical, that slapping of the legs, that wobbling of the upper body like suddenly the head weigh too much for the torso to support, and that sound like Donald Duck cocking on a cracker. It was hilarious.
I'm glad god saved you my fren, and I'm glad you have enough sense to recognize it.
Wow! Praise God! What a testimony.
Welcome to Texas. I'm American by birth, But Texan by choice.
Never ask a man if he's from texas. If he is he'll tell you, if he's not don't embarrass him.
I love that one almost as much as “You may all go to hell. As for me? I’m going to Texas.” ~ Davy Crockett
As I post this I can’t describe the amount of gunfire outside my window and I am in inner Houston.
I guess they ran out of fireworks.
You want to read an excellent story about Davy Crockett, read this:
https://gutenberg.org/files/58797/58797-h/58797-h.htm (Crockett Scout from 1911)
One part tells of when Davy still yet a boy, first met Andrew Jackson. Ch. 2 paragraph 4.
One thing that struck me in this story is how bloody tough boys, men, and even women were back then. The mamby pamby boys we got today are a sorry Lott.
Also tell of Davy's being told first had of the New Madrid quake.
Excellent reference! I will absolutely read this.
If you find some spare time - The Man From The Alamo - unconventional but very good.
They were all so nondomesticated. From what I have read it was like every time urban life encroached - they split.
Here is: NARRATIVE OF THE LIFE OF DAVID CROCKETT, OF THE STATE OF TENNESSEE. (1834) Penned by Crockett himself.
https://gutenberg.org/files/37925/37925-h/37925-h.htm
Oh dang, this is going to be really good. Just read through the preface, and you'll know what I mean.
That someone so unschooled could speak so plainly, yet understandable, and from a such a plain sense of justice, and honesty, is a person of such a rare nature, that we instantly see the quality that made Davy Crockett so admired.
When I grew up, my cousin, and best friend, who I stayed with a lot during the summer, was from a family that lived like back woods pioneers. They had very little money. The father hunted year round to feed to family. But then there were laws that said, you can't hunt deer out of season, and you can't kill deer at night (fire hunting).
He disobeyed all these laws, and they were never able to catch him. He in my mind, was like that Davy Crockett you talk about.
I remember my brother telling me a story about how all the game wardens finally trapped him in the woods, down in the swamp. If you've ever been down in a bottom area, you know what I'm talking about with the little coca-cola colored streams that flow through the woods. Well he got down in one of the two foot wide streams, and slithered right between their legs practically, and made it back home. His escapes were like legend.
They had a fireplace that must have been five feet wide, like you could put half a tree in there, and in the winter time, we would stand around that fireplace turning like a rotisserie, freezing on one side, and burning up on the other.
We, as kids, not too old, would leave the house, and go back in the woods, and walk for miles and miles, and never see another person. Sometimes we would stay all night, and come back home the next day. It was like living a Huckleberry Finn novel back in them dark swamps. All night you could hear panthers screaming like babies, sounded like a baby crying.
Once we were walking across posted land, probably 5 miles from his house, and up in a clearing Uly, my friend said, "look, there is a deer up there. I said where? He said up there. I couldn't even see it, and I had good eyes. He threw up his 22, and shot the deer clean through the back, broke his spine. That was one hell of a shot with a 22. It still amazes me to this day. We were probably 7th graders, but he rigged that dear up for carrying, and we toted him all the way home. Oh, and it was a doe.
Anyway, my best friend was the guy, even in first grade on, that no one messed with. Every new guy that moved to town, eventually tried themselves against him, and I never saw him lose a fight.
Sometime around ninth grade, I remember him telling me a story about his trip out to Texas. He told me he shot a bird at some guy driving down the road, for some reason, I can't remember why. But he said that he nearly died that day. Said the man turned his truck around, and started chasing him, trying to run over him. He ran through people yards trying to get away. He told me, the man ran over close line, yard furniture, anything in the way, jumped curbs trying to catch him. He said it reminded him of that Dennis Weaver movie (Duel 1971 https://youtu.be/hhRdsuln3J4?t=3449) where he was chased by the manic in the semi-truck.
I remember him saying, don't fuck with those people out in Texas, their crazy.
See my comment below about what was probably my first impression of people from Texas.
Moving down tomorrow! Couldn’t be more excited!
Congrats! ?? and welcome to the freedom state!
Welcome & Glad to have you.
I suggest a trip to San Jacinto.
Texan Holy Ground.
Don’t forget you now get to star at anyone that says “Santa Anna” all dirty-like.
Houston here.
Not “near houston” - in 610.
LOTS of red here - it’s just hidden on purpose.
I’m 20 mins outside Houston and it is very red!
Awesome! I’m by Ft. Hood, TX!
Moving to Belton the end of the month! Love it there! We've been going there for the winters and decided to make it permanent.....
Avoid Austin like the plague! I'm talking like the real plague, not the covihoax plague.
I have a second home in Austin to be close to my grand kids when I visit. It’s just so sad how far left everyone is and I have to keep my mouth shut when visiting because I choose to be a part of their life and would not be if I was as vocal there as I am at home. But I have to say I’m not hearing or seeing as much about Biden anymore and the moment the last mask mandate finally expired in Austin, I was SHOCKED to see so many take off the masks! When I went to the grocery store I bet only 10% were still wearing them. Where I live further north in TX is Trump country but even to this day there are at least 20% who still wear masks to the grocery store.
I still have hope for Austin, my daughter and her husband told me on one of my more recent trips that they stopped watching CNN a few months ago because it was obviously too biased. I try to do at least one subconscious red pill at every visit. Sometimes it gets them thinking and sometimes it just starts a fight and I try quickly to change the subject to the grandkids. They claim to be middle of the road but they are still left of middle.
I moved away from just south of the river(near downtown) a few years back. In my experiences, there are still a LOT of masked sheeple there, but I refrain from even going into town anymore due to how disgusting the place has become. I really miss the OLD Austin of the 70's,80's and 90's where EVERYBODY got along and showed love for all. I pray you are correct.
0h yeah- that’s what I’ve heard! So sad and sick
Welcome!
Thank you! :)
??The stars at night...??
? ? ? ? Deep in the ❤️ of TX!!!
Welcome to Texas!
Haha yes ? thank you!
And, by Dallas, you mean “the entire metro area, all of collin county, tarrant, Denton, Dallas, everything in between“
Wylie might be as close as you can get. Waxahachie is probably a commune at this point.
Waxahachie stands proud. Don't talk about us unless you know...
small world, I'm on the lake in Wax, fireworks still going off non stop ;)
I can still hear fireworks in Waxahachie...God Bless US!
When I comment...y'all see a newbie handshake...I've been here since the beginning. My comments and upvotes here are..erased? Perhaps a random issue? No clue, but I'm Texas strong!
For verification...ask txbeelady...lmao y'all love her...
It’s probably changing because they are stealing elections. Dallas wasn’t like that about 10-15 years ago. Weird…
Commifornians escaping the mess they made like all good rats...
well, if the RINOs wont do anything about it, then it's time to look to indy candidates...
Good for you! I moved to Texas just NE of Dallas about 7 years ago from a state where I paid 2.5% of appraised value for property tax (0.80% here) and dropped 8% state income tax to (0.00% here).
All my neighbors came over and invited us to their churches on day 1. Since then I am reminded daily how seriously the 2nd amm is taken as my neighbors all have target ranges in their backyards as well. These MFers are my kind of people - clinging to their guns and religion as Ofuckface would say.
I still make it up to Ennis for the spring flowers.
sigh
Welcome fren!
LUCKY! I’m stuck in Commiefornia
imagine being me, stuck in canada.
I have beloved friends in Canada..they have no clue. Bless many hearts.
I’m so sorry love! California is like a naturally beautiful human that was forced drugs and had surgery to fix nothing. Now I feel sad for the state and the ppl who suffer in it
Good move! From which Democrat hell hole did you escape?
Bellevue, Nebraska. My husband just got out of the AF after being stationed at Offutt/ Stratcom for over 15 years. Politics took over our military like poison.
I live by Ft. Hood and this is Trump country! ?????? I’m about 50 minutes to Austin.
My husband is almost 20 years active duty Army. Wow, has it changed!
My husband retires in 2 1/2 years and can’t wait. He cannot stand the woke culture. I went in enlisted in 1995 and he did in 1996. Back then they didn’t care about your feelings. ??
He’s commissioned now but a lot of the soldiers are so weak!
My neighborhood is all retired military and active duty. Lots of Trump flags, American Flags, farms and fireworks are definitely still going off! ???? Oh, and there’s a lot of fire arms here.
Welcome to Texas! You will ❤️ it. I am born and raised here.
Austin (mainly liberal), Dallas, and Houston have liberal areas. Austin is the worst! Mostly because of University of Texas.
I agree, when you leave the city by about 15-20 minutes, so much changes.
In the city there are a lot of commuters from the suburbs, so it’s still better than living in a liberal crap hole.
If you have kids that may go to college, don’t send them to UT. It’s super liberal. A&M is more conservative. Our son is in the physics program there. No masks, vaccines. None of that crap.
I loved living in Killeen. My dad was stationed at Ft. Hood. Sure miss it.
We’re in Salado. Salado is a little village by Belton. It’s growing out here. Lots of houses being built, since people are moving to Texas. It’s pretty country here. I like it that way..? I used to love the city until I grew up. ?
Killeen’s changed a lot. The crime is so bad. I miss the days when we lived on base, would go to the Commissary, and the PX. It’s just safer to live away from Killeen.
We can hear artillery from our house, even though we’re about 25-30 min from base.
Oh wow, I left in the early 80's. Sad to hear that.
LOVE SALADO!!!!
"and the PM...well, that's for Night school..."
If you woke up and got out, I'd hate to see you lumped in with the kombucha-and-LSD enema crowd. Luckily, you landed in the friendliest state in the nation.
Welcome to Texas!
Haha thanks friend!
Welcome! We live north of San Antonio where Patriots are plentiful. Sad to see what liberals have done to Austin. Houston and Dallas are not far behind. Out in Hill Country Trump flags still fly proudly!
I seriously wanna flip from Houston to Uvalde. Devils backbone has that “fuck you” feel to it and SHTF water availability out the yinyang. I could live off Garner State Park easy.
Welcome to the great state of Texas pede!
Welcome to our great state partner. Always joyful to add another patriot to the Texas population. I was born in Texas, lived in Texas my whole life, and when I die I just might go to Texas.
Grateful to be here!
I don't know OP, I see a few Biden flags ?.
As soon as Nevada turned blue in 2018 we packed up and moved to Georgetown, TX. So happy to be a Texan!
Hell yeah!:)
Welcome to the Lone Star State! Help us keep the lefty dummies outta here.
Absolutely will do!
Welcome to Texas patriot! I will advise you to stay away from citys called Austin, Houston, Dallas, San Antonio. Their infested with liberal minds.
What city did you move to I want to get out of California so bad I have moved to Texas but it's such a large state I don't know where to go
IMPORTANT SIDENOTE
IF YOU LIVE IN HOUSTON START CHELATION - I suggest COSEVA TRS
Just moved to the Bitterroot and can confirm that everyone here is also a diehard Patriot.