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Pennzoil... 10w30...

Bar oil is just dumped on the bar right before a cut. It all gets slung off anyways in less than a second. But then the cut is done in another second. :)

Gary

Yah, from the videos it seems like the cut is over before you even finish picking up the saw. One... two... done!
 
Bubba hates the 361

Ole farmer Frank had been trying to catch Big Bad Bubba, the 35 lb bass for years and years. Bubba always stoled Franks bait or broke his line and laffed at him.

Last week Frank wised up and put 200lb test line on his fishing pole. He baited the hook with a nite crawler the size of a big black snake. Frank drove out to the pond instead of his usual walk, he had devised a plan. Frank got out his pole and tossed in his line with the 2.5 foot nite crawler. Bubba was like hot dayummm supper for week. Bubba grabbed the line and took off only to be surprized he couldn't break it this time. Little did Bubba know it Frank was serving him his last supper after years of torment.

Frank anchored his $5.00 Zebco fishin pole to the truck bumper to keep the line tight. On this day Frank had come with a fool proof plan. As he reached for his 361 Stihl in the back of the truck he noticed Big Bubba was slowly pulling the truck in the pond. Frank ran to this huge monster oak on the bank of the pond and started sawing. Chips were flying, time was of the essance.

The huge oak landed out in middle of the pond and in doing so splashed all the water out the pond. To his delight before him in the middle of the empty pond laid Big Bad Bubba, all 35lbs 4 foot of him. As he went to fetch Bubba out the empty pond the big bass said his final words. He said Frank your a sorry bass ard and Bubba hates the 361.

Moral of the story, don't be a Bubba, never under estimate the 361, helluva saw, good for fishing too......................
 
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Ole farmer Frank had been trying to catch Big Bad Bubba, the 35 lb bass for years and years. Bubba always stoled Franks bait or broke his line and laffed at him.

Last week Frank wised up and put 200lb test line on his fishing pole. He baited the hook with a nite crawler the size of a big black snake. Frank drove out to the pond instead of his usual walk, he had devised a plan. Frank got out his pole and tossed in his line with the 2.5 foot nite crawler. Bubba was like hot dayummm supper for week. Bubba grabbed the line and took off only to be surprized he couldn't break it this time. Little did Bubba know it Frank was serving him his last supper after years of torment.

Frank anchored his $5.00 Zebco fishin pole to the truck bumper to keep the line tight. On this day Frank had come with a fool proof plan. As he reached for his 361 Stihl in the back of the truck he noticed Big Bubba was slowly pulling the truck in the pond. Frank ran to this huge monster oak on the bank of the pond and started sawing. Chips were flying, time was of the essance.

The huge oak landed out in middle of the pond and in doing so splashed all the water out the pond. To his delight before him in the middle of the empty pond laid Big Bad Bubba, all 35lbs 4 foot of him. As he went to fetch Bubba out the empty pond the big bass said his final words. He said Frank your a sorry bass ard and Bubba hates the 361.

Moral of the story, don't be a Bubba, never under estimate the 361, helluva saw, good for fishing too......................

:ices_rofl: :ices_rofl: :ices_rofl: :ices_rofl:
 
OK, HMX then -was my favourite when I still was into explosives 25 years ago.........:givebeer:

:jawdrop: Who would have thunkit......so that's what happened to ya? Being so sensitive to weights and measures. :dizzy: ;)
 
Ole farmer Frank had been trying to catch Big Bad Bubba, the 35 lb bass for years and years. Bubba always stoled Franks bait or broke his line and laffed at him.

Last week Frank wised up and put 200lb test line on his fishing pole. He baited the hook with a nite crawler the size of a big black snake. Frank drove out to the pond instead of his usual walk, he had devised a plan. Frank got out his pole and tossed in his line with the 2.5 foot nite crawler. Bubba was like hot dayummm supper for week. Bubba grabbed the line and took off only to be surprized he couldn't break it this time. Little did Bubba know it Frank was serving him his last supper after years of torment.

Frank anchored his $5.00 Zebco fishin pole to the truck bumper to keep the line tight. On this day Frank had come with a fool proof plan. As he reached for his 361 Stihl in the back of the truck he noticed Big Bubba was slowly pulling the truck in the pond. Frank ran to this huge monster oak on the bank of the pond and started sawing. Chips were flying, time was of the essance.

The huge oak landed out in middle of the pond and in doing so splashed all the water out the pond. To his delight before him in the middle of the empty pond laid Big Bad Bubba, all 35lbs 4 foot of him. As he went to fetch Bubba out the empty pond the big bass said his final words. He said Frank your a sorry bass ard and Bubba hates the 361.

Moral of the story, don't be a Bubba, never under estimate the 361, helluva saw, good for fishing too......................

Without a doubt, that takes the blue ribbon for:

Bait your own hook.
Clean your own fish.
Tell your own lies.

Now here's the real bubba and it's no lie! :)

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Nice catch there, dayumm nice catch.

Ok so ya caught the bait now lets go fishing!

Yea, I gets bubba up to the side of the boat and the wife says, you're not gonna bring that thing in the boat are ya? I says, hell yes, I want ya to take a picture of dis shiner and I'm gonna use it to bait those ole boys over at AS.....& she gives me one of these :mad:
 
Yea, I gets bubba up to the side of the boat and the wife says, you're not gonna bring that thing in the boat are ya? I says, hell yes, I want ya to take a picture of dis shiner and I'm gonna use it to bait those ole boys over at AS.....& she gives me one of these :mad:

Thats what we use to catch those hundred pound catfish something
near that size usually skipjack! Or big bull frogs!
 
Déjà vu

Dang, I'm having one of them Déjà vu moments and I can't quite place it .....

oh, yeah ....... it was the fall of 1954 ..... little Joat was in the first grade ..... and the teacher announced ..... tomorrow is "show and tell" ...... and I said ..... "what the h#ll" .... "I'm more of a doer than a shower or a teller" ....

And little Joat went home ....... and Joat's mother said, "Joat, tell 'em about your great grandmother pulling fish out of the pond with her cane pole and a night crawler, and how that big old catfish stung her" .... "shucks, mom" .... "No way in h#ll I'm going to talk about something I observed, it's gotta be about something I did" ..... and Joat's mom said "Little Joat, you are spot on, wise beyond your years" .... and I said .... "Thanks Mom, but I owe to you and Dad because you two taught me to be a doer, and not a watcher"

Those were the days my friend,

Joat
 
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Dang, I'm having one of them Déjà vu moments and I can't quite place it .....

oh, yeah ....... it was the fall of 1954 ..... little Joat was in the first grade ..... and the teacher announced ..... tomorrow is "show and tell" ...... and I said ..... "what the h#ll" .... "I'm more of a doer than a shower or a teller" ....

And little Joat went home ....... and Joat's mother said, "Joat, tell 'em about your great grandmother pulling fish out of the pond with her cane pole and a night crawler, and how that big old catfish stung her" .... "shucks, mom" .... "No way in h#ll I'm going to talk about something I observed, it's gotta be about something I did" ..... and Joat's mom said "Little Joat, you are spot on, wise beyond your years" .... and I said .... "Thanks Mom, but I owe to you and Dad because you two taught me to be a doer, and not a watcher"

Those were the days my friend,

Joat

Joat buddy these are the days come on snap out of it!
 
Well said! Less blunt than I am. Probably why I flunked out of corporate management and went back into the woods.

Fall of '54... wow, I thought that I was old as stones. You got me beat there Joat.

Dang, I'm having one of them Déjà vu moments and I can't quite place it .....

oh, yeah ....... it was the fall of 1954 ..... little Joat was in the first grade ..... and the teacher announced ..... tomorrow is "show and tell" ...... and I said ..... "what the h#ll" .... "I'm more of a doer than a shower or a teller" ....

And little Joat went home ....... and Joat's mother said, "Joat, tell 'em about your great grandmother pulling fish out of the pond with her cane pole and a night crawler, and how that big old catfish stung her" .... "shucks, mom" .... "No way in h#ll I'm going to talk about something I observed, it's gotta be about something I did" ..... and Joat's mom said "Little Joat, you are spot on, wise beyond your years" .... and I said .... "Thanks Mom, but I owe to you and Dad because you two taught me to be a doer, and not a watcher"

Those were the days my friend,

Joat
 

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