I have a question about A/F readings and a cam

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This is one of the most interesting threads I've read. Started off with A/F ratios and ended up with all the dream images.
Sometimes I've had dreams of skimming along the ground or road at speed, no vehicle, but I'm still sitting in driving position. LOL ...Lots of fun. (Will probably dream of driving tonight, my 340 just took me on a 1700 mile trouble free journey.)
 
Sheesh! What do you guys smoke?? Lol the craziest thing I've dreamt about the last few months was chickens (and that was 2 months ago) we were spending 12-14 hrs a day at the farm when we got our first flock of chickens and I'd dream of blasted chickens!!!! When I was like 13 or 14 I learned to drive a stick shift in a dream.
 
Speaking of chickens.......
I was brought up on a farm, and when I was between 7 and 10, I had a job every fall. I had to catch chickens for my mom. I had a second job; to hold the beak, while mom did the deed with the hatchet. The first year, I was amazed by what happened afterwards. They didn't seem to die right off, instead,they would spend a minute or three running around trying to find their heads. There was something wrong with their balance tho cus they would run funny. They looked pretty silly, flopping and running and banging into things. Sometimes they would rest-up for a bit,and then take off again. I fooled 'em tho, the heads went into a bucket.They didn't even look there.
After the head came off they quit clucking......which made it all-the-more surreal.
 
I used to work on a turkey ranch with rotating flocks of 70,000.00 birds at three different ages and NOT ONCE did I ever dream of turkeys that I ever remember.
And he asks what we smoke? :D
At a time in my life I used to sit at the table eating breakfast with a six gun and shoot gophers in my back yard right out the back door.
Used to go cotton tail rabbit hunting with a dirt bike and a sawed off shotgun.
(Left hand full of 12ga and the right one on the throttle and shifting without the clutch.)
Got to drive a 66 Vette bubbletop 4 speed 454 down to get more beer, and sit in the oldest Corvette in existence. (1954 ser #000...3)
Done some pretty cool things in my life.
 
Yep. Farm boy here too. My bother got attacked by a rooster when he was 3 or 4 so he was afraid of chickens. That left the job of catching roosters to me. Catch their leg with a stick with a wire hook on the end, carry them to a stump and chop of the heads. (You would think he would have liked the job!!)
Yes they run around for a while, but we found out that if we'd hold their heads on the ground and draw a line in front of their beaks, do it over and over, we could hypnotize them and they'd just lay there. Didn't have time for that though when mom was waiting to cook Sunday dinner (lunch).
 
We use to butcher chickens for ourselves way back when I was a wee lad. We never used a hatchet or anything, just step on their heads and pull on their legs, pulls the head right off the neck then mom would could the meat off the necks and can it. We used a hatchet one time, we had an old rooster and neither mom or my older brother could get its head off. So we held it down and took 3 wacks with the hatchet to get his head off!! Big Red is what we called him!!
 
What used to annoy me was that you would get all the stupid birds going in the right direction and the ONE bird would turn and run back the other direction and ALL the others would do it, so when one turned around I would yank that six gun out and blast him.
The other birds would keep going and that one was dinner.
It got to the point I could step around the corner where the outside feeders were and catch crows just opening their wings to take off and BLAM?
Dead Crow.
For the challenge and practice I would undo the hammer loop first then draw from the holster after stepping around the corner.

We had to carry guns because Bobcats would get into the pen houses sometimes, and when they did you were standing in the only open doorway.
You also had to be fairly quick with it for it to do you any good, so we practiced quite a bit with them all during the day working.

Some things are just too damn fun.:D
 

What used to annoy me was that you would get all the stupid birds going in the right direction and the ONE bird would turn and run back the other direction and ALL the others would do it, so when one turned around I would yank that six gun out and blast him.
The other birds would keep going and that one was dinner.
It got to the point I could step around the corner where the outside feeders were and catch crows just opening their wings to take off and BLAM?
Dead Crow.
For the challenge and practice I would undo the hammer loop first then draw from the holster after stepping around the corner.

We had to carry guns because Bobcats would get into the pen houses sometimes, and when they did you were standing in the only open doorway.
You also had to be fairly quick with it for it to do you any good, so we practiced quite a bit with them all during the day working.

Some things are just too damn fun.:D
Sure would cut down on shoplifters........
 
I had it pretty easy; no predators, no reptiles, no poisonous insects; if it wasn't for the snow, I'd think I was living in the Garden of Eden.
Well they have black bears a little further north. They used to range a little further south but, not any more.
 
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I had it pretty easy; no predators, no reptiles, no poisonous insects; if it wasn't for the snow, I'd think I was living in the Garden of Eden.
Well they black bears a little further north. They used to range a little further south but, not any more.

The place I was more resembled Afghanistan, but the freedoms were nice.
750 acres of private property out in the middle of nowhere with Bobcats, Rattle snakes, Scorpions, Raccoon's and TONS of ground squirrels.
The squirrels ate the heck out of the crushed corn feed for the birds, and the owner bought all the ammo and told us to shoot as many as we could.
That was the practice all during the day part. :D
I swear AJ, you could fold out a lawn chair and sit in that spot without ever moving and shoot up 500 rounds easy and not missing them either.
 
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That place still exist?? Sounds almost like paradise!

Yep, my ex in laws ranch in Shandon CA.
When you asked I wasn't sure, so I looked it up on sat imaging.
The red X is where my house was, and the big circle is about the ranch size.
The smaller yellow circle is where the bird pens and houses are.
Looks like it hasn't been functioning for awhile.

ranch.jpg
 
Well they have black bears a little further north. They used to range a little further south but, not any more.
I think that is because they got tired of being recruited for Labatt's Blue commercials....


(Hey, why not? This the thread is a fun trainwreck anyway LOL)
 
"I swear AJ you could fold out a lawn chair and sit in that spot without ever moving and shoot up 500 rounds easy and not missing them either."

I swear TB, you could fold out a lawn chair and sit in any spot around here without ever seeing anything move in a 500yd radius all day; blink all you want,and not miss a thing either.lol
 
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"I swear AJ you could fold out a lawn chair and sit in that spot without ever moving and shoot up 500 rounds easy and not missing them either."

I swear TB, you could fold out a lawn chair and sit in any spot around here without ever seeing anything move in a 500yd radius all day; blink all you want,and not miss a thing either.lol

Same with where I live now in AZ.
Only antelope here, (protected by local law) so people get kind of annoyed if you mess with them, but they don't seem to have a problem at all building all over their territory so they have no place to go without getting hit by a car.
Justification of self interests at it's finest.
I told my Daughter one day that if they are really concerned about the antelope the state needs to buy her a ranch to keep them on, and she would need horses (she's a horse lover) to run the fence lines and check on them here and there, and a new truck to take food out to them in the winters, donations and on and on. :D
 
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