The New Huntmastersbbs!: Athletic Prowess?

This is topic Athletic Prowess? in forum Member forum at The New Huntmastersbbs!.

To visit this topic, use this URL:
https://www.huntmastersbbs.com/cgi-bin/cgi-ubb/ultimatebb.cgi?ubb=get_topic;f=6;t=000847

Posted by Gerald Stewart (Member # 162) on September 18, 2005, 07:05 PM:

I started having indications early in life that I would not be the white man's answer to Jesse Owens. I could not even out run a twirp two years my junior, a fat older kid from across the street or a brother who was in that gangly stage in life.

See that truck in the background. We really did not want to have to ride around town in that with dad. It was one of his ways of promoting the business with that big sign on the back....as if hundreds of Wacoans were going to suddenly become coyote hunters.

Oh by the way...the twirp is now a US Congressman from the DFW area. The fat guy is a computer wizz for Southwestern Bell. My brother is in the film indutry editing things you watch on TV and I.....am a simple consultant for the hunting industry....who still is not very fleet of feet. [Wink]

[ September 18, 2005, 07:06 PM: Message edited by: Gerald Stewart ]

Posted by Leonard (Member # 2) on September 18, 2005, 07:12 PM:

Poll results are in, you are the most famous. Deal with it.

Good hunting. LB

Posted by Doggitter (Member # 489) on September 18, 2005, 07:35 PM:

Good answer Leonard, and most popular too. Loren.

Posted by 2dogs (Member # 649) on September 18, 2005, 07:49 PM:

Cool pics, Gerald.

I'm guessing that little guy is out front. Because he knew [gene cuffs] would slow'em down.

side note; [We] were all fast runners, back in our prime. Days gone bye.

walking-dogs

Posted by Cdog911 (Member # 7) on September 19, 2005, 02:20 PM:

Tell ya what, Gerald, now that I'm old and farty, er forty, I look around me and see how many kids don't have one of each parent at home, don't have them at their ballgames and the like when they do, and stuff like that. My home was like the Cleaver's in my home town. Every kid in town gravitated to our house when school let out and we had to hang out someplace until time for the footbal or basketball game. I still don't know why we made such a big deal of keeping the hiding spot for our spare house key such a damned secret, since everybody in town seemed to know where it was. [Smile]

In any event, I see a lot of smiles in that pic and some guys having a good time. You can't beat that with a stick. Brings back a lot of memories of my own involving guys that I rarely get to see or hear from anymore. The few times I have, I've found myself dumbfounded at how much their kids look just like their folks did 25 years ago. Really takes you back.

Kinda gets me to reminiscing these late summer days when I'm walking my route and the sun gets to that just-right color in the trees when you remember those days many moons ago when all you had to do was hang out, and that color in the trees meant it would soon be time to head home. Guy's gotta miss those days.

Posted by 22-250 (Member # 36) on September 19, 2005, 08:20 PM:

When I was a rookie in the Navy, I had a dozen of so flights with the only Navy Ace durning Vietnam. At the that time, I thought that was hot S**t. Now he (as a US Sentator) is indicited for bribery.

Sometimes, things are not exactly what you think.

Anyway, looks like you are one up.

[ September 19, 2005, 08:23 PM: Message edited by: 22-250 ]

Posted by Krustyklimber (Member # 72) on September 20, 2005, 11:20 PM:

The kid in the front, is also the only one with sneakers (and a very aerodynamic haircut [Wink]

).

Krusty

Posted by Gerald Stewart (Member # 162) on September 21, 2005, 02:18 PM:

Cdog911, I know what you mean. In the 60's, my best friend and I could not wait for the papers to be delivered so we would ride our bikes a couple of miles downtown to pick them up hot off the presses at three o clock in the early morning. If we had to wait we would go into the break room and talk to the old blind man who sold candy. We would sit out on the dock and roll our papers and then ride home to throw the route in the poorly lit streets.

I lament the fact that my sons did not get to have the opportunities I did to be free of fear and caution when playing in the neighborhood. My mother stopped taking us out for trick or treating at a very early date. We just were not afraid of something bad happening.

When I was in Jr.High, I would spend the night with another good friend and we would pack up weenies, matches, fishing rods and other things and pile them in a red wagon which we pulled behind our bikes. We would ride several miles to the Spillway at Lake Waco to shag for shad all night.

We would build a fire in the small caves dug out by the rushing water. The most fun was trying to sneak up out of the spillway area to spy on the "parkers" at the "submarine races". I will never forget the shadows dancing in the foggy windows. [Smile]

[ September 21, 2005, 02:19 PM: Message edited by: Gerald Stewart ]

UBB.classic^TM 6.3.0