Good 'Ole boy -v- Bubba

zippyt · 07-22-2005, 08:32 PM

How to tell a Good ' old boy -v- a Bubba -v- an ultra Bubba ,

I know you Yankyish northern folks don't have Any of these up these in Yankie land , but here is a a small primer for telling a Good ol' boy from a Buba ,

You get stuck in a pot hole that is deeper than it looks ,

A good ol' boy pulls up in his F350 and says " I TOLD Leon to fill that damn hole in !!!!! Hang on I have a logging chain to pull you out with !!!"

A Bubba , pulles up on his golf cart , and clears off some of the beer cans for you to place to sit to give you a ride to some where to call for help

An Ultra Buba strolles up beer in hand and says " hang on I'll get help " and shows up with his wife and 8 kids to tow you out of the hole ,,, " hell she's strong , she spit out all those kids didn't she ???? Want another beer ????"

zippyt · 07-22-2005, 09:26 PM

Where this questios (?) comes from is an incedent to day and an incedent from a few years ago ,,,

First ,,,, hitting the Way Back button ,,,,,-----,,,,, my wife and I went to the Ever Famious Weiner ( arkansas ) Rice Festivel ,,,, we pull in to a lot that looks likely for parking and i submerge the front end of our mini van in the mud ( ALL the way to the frame !!!) Carol ( my wife ) startes goeing off about calling AAA , ( we PAY them to help us uot of these troubles ,, SO CALL THEM DAMN IT !!!!!!) I say " oh settle down a Good ol ' boy will be along in just a bit to help us , WITH a logging chain" She INSISTES , I make the call , as I am trying to explaine to the operater just where the hell we are , sure as shit a Good ol' boy apears , cusses Leon ( where did you think i got that name???? ) , and tows us out .

Today we were hanging out in our pool ( a hillbilly hot tub as it were ) ( and YES the Caroni's with a shot of Orange Rum were were COLD ) Carol noticed a Suberbun with its hood up across the yard from us , I looked and didn't see any body in or around it , so I desided to sit tight , then 4 dudes pull up in a Kawasaki Mule , hover over the open hood for a few minets then tow it across the yard and down the STEEP ASS HILL with the mule ,, this was full on bubadome !!!!!!!!!!

This is what I speak of , have you ever experenced this or seen it in action ???? I know I have pushed more than a few cars from tight spots .

xoxoxoBruce · 07-23-2005, 12:41 AM

So often I know what a logging chain is.

Pushed 'em, pulled 'em, LIFTED 'em, from the bog at Watkins Glen to the sand of Florida to the mud of Denali. Sometimes the giver...sometimes the receiver...but always necessary and appreciated.

07-23-2005, 03:07 PM

I was out camping in western Colorado early one September when it began to rain. It rained good off and on for three days. I got tired of it around day two and decided to take the back way down off the Uncomphaghre Plateau to go into the mega metropolis of Norwood, Colorado (pop 1,000 or so) to have a nice hot meal in a real cafe out of the rain. I got down off the plateau just fine, but when I was driving on the part of the road that skirts the San Miguel River, I noticed that the river was running pretty high from all that rain and had begun to overflow its banks.

I was driving along at a nice sedate 20mph due to the sharp curves on the road, the slick mud, and the proximity of the river about 15 feet to my right. Suddenly, as I rounded a curve I heard this funny, loud keraaccking noise and a huge cottonwood whose roots had been undercut by the river fell across the road right in front of me. I slammed on my brakes and in that mud, I darn near skidded into the San Miguel. After sitting there for a while attempting to recover my composure at this near brush with death by cottonwood, I sat there expectantly awaiting bubba to come along with his logging chain.

The cottonwood completely blocked the road from the river on my right to the steep slope to my left - no way around the thing. I sat patiently in my car and waited. And waited. Finally, I realized that Bubba had wisely decided to stay in Norwood and drink some brews at the local bar and catch the Bronco's game. I was going to have to move that cottonwood myself.

I sat and contemplated vectors for a while, the slick mud, dirt road and the roaring stream just a few feet away. I had my very own logging chain in the back of my car. I managed to get my car turned around, got out the logging chain, attached it to a sturdy branch on the fallen cottonwood, attached the other end to the rear bumper of my Explorer, locked in the hubs, and told the Explorer to be a good girl. The Explorer was not pleased at its new role as tree mover, but finally with a loud grumbling roar of the engine, it dragged the cottonwood just far enough to the side of the road that I could get around it.

I unhitched the logging chain, turned the Explorer around, and drove past the tree into Norwood where I treated myself to a chicken fried steak at the Rocking R cafe and listened to the ranchers at the next table complain about the high price of hay.

Does this qualify me as an honorary Bubbette?

richlevy · 07-23-2005, 04:25 PM

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Originally Posted by marichiko

Does this qualify me as an honorary Bubbette?

I don't know for sure, but in some parts of the country that story would earn you at least one or two marriage proposals.

Of course, they might want to see a picture of the truck.

07-24-2005, 06:47 PM

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Originally Posted by richlevy

Of course, they might want to see a picture of the truck.

Darn, there's always a catch! I finally got rid of that Explorer when I got a bit of money and replaced it with a Toyota RAV. The Explorer was a gas hog that went through 5 clutches in 5 years. The TOY gets great mileage, but its not much of an adventure-mobile. If I move back to Colorado's West Slope as I am hoping to do, I'll probably sell the RAV and get myself something with good clearance that will drive up stream beds and over rocks. I'm just a wild child at heart, always loved that old Greatful Dead song "Sugar Magnolia" - jumps like a Willy's in 4wd!

zippyt · 07-24-2005, 09:20 PM

Mari , Haveing a logging chain and knowing how to use it makes you a self reliant Good 'Ole Girl ,
To be a bubette you need to have a spit cup with your name on it !!!!!

xoxoxoBruce · 07-24-2005, 10:29 PM

Some people use a cup?

farfromhome · 07-25-2005, 12:11 AM

LIFTED 'em, from the bog at Watkins Glen to the sand of Florida to the mud of Denali.

Huh?!?! Were you there in the heydays of the Glen, Bruce? I have a scar on my leg and many memories. Being teargassed, cars burning, a greyhound bus...etc

xoxoxoBruce · 07-25-2005, 12:23 PM

In the mud and the blood and the beer.

I did not burn the bus...I did not burn the bus...I did not burn the bus.....

07-25-2005, 06:27 PM

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Originally Posted by xoxoxoBruce

In the mud and the blood and the beer.

Your REAL name is SUE?

07-22-2005, 08:32 PM	#1
zippyt LONG LIVE KING ZIPPY! per Feetz Join Date: Mar 2003 Location: Arkansas Posts: 7,661	Good 'Ole boy -v- Bubba How to tell a Good ' old boy -v- a Bubba -v- an ultra Bubba , I know you Yankyish northern folks don't have Any of these up these in Yankie land , but here is a a small primer for telling a Good ol' boy from a Buba , You get stuck in a pot hole that is deeper than it looks , A good ol' boy pulls up in his F350 and says " I TOLD Leon to fill that damn hole in !!!!! Hang on I have a logging chain to pull you out with !!!" A Bubba , pulles up on his golf cart , and clears off some of the beer cans for you to place to sit to give you a ride to some where to call for help An Ultra Buba strolles up beer in hand and says " hang on I'll get help " and shows up with his wife and 8 kids to tow you out of the hole ,,, " hell she's strong , she spit out all those kids didn't she ???? Want another beer ????" __________________ "Success is getting what you want. Happiness is wanting what you get. " Brother Dave Gardner

07-22-2005, 09:26 PM	#2
zippyt LONG LIVE KING ZIPPY! per Feetz Join Date: Mar 2003 Location: Arkansas Posts: 7,661	Where this questios (?) comes from is an incedent to day and an incedent from a few years ago ,,, First ,,,, hitting the Way Back button ,,,,,-----,,,,, my wife and I went to the Ever Famious Weiner ( arkansas ) Rice Festivel ,,,, we pull in to a lot that looks likely for parking and i submerge the front end of our mini van in the mud ( ALL the way to the frame !!!) Carol ( my wife ) startes goeing off about calling AAA , ( we PAY them to help us uot of these troubles ,, SO CALL THEM DAMN IT !!!!!!) I say " oh settle down a Good ol ' boy will be along in just a bit to help us , WITH a logging chain" She INSISTES , I make the call , as I am trying to explaine to the operater just where the hell we are , sure as shit a Good ol' boy apears , cusses Leon ( where did you think i got that name???? ) , and tows us out . Today we were hanging out in our pool ( a hillbilly hot tub as it were ) ( and YES the Caroni's with a shot of Orange Rum were were COLD ) Carol noticed a Suberbun with its hood up across the yard from us , I looked and didn't see any body in or around it , so I desided to sit tight , then 4 dudes pull up in a Kawasaki Mule , hover over the open hood for a few minets then tow it across the yard and down the STEEP ASS HILL with the mule ,, this was full on bubadome !!!!!!!!!! This is what I speak of , have you ever experenced this or seen it in action ???? I know I have pushed more than a few cars from tight spots . __________________ "Success is getting what you want. Happiness is wanting what you get. " Brother Dave Gardner

07-23-2005, 12:41 AM	#3
xoxoxoBruce The future is unwritten Join Date: Oct 2002 Posts: 71,105	So often I know what a logging chain is. Pushed 'em, pulled 'em, LIFTED 'em, from the bog at Watkins Glen to the sand of Florida to the mud of Denali. Sometimes the giver...sometimes the receiver...but always necessary and appreciated. __________________ The descent of man ~ Nixon, Friedman, Reagan, Trump.

07-23-2005, 03:07 PM	#4
marichiko Guest Posts: n/a	I was out camping in western Colorado early one September when it began to rain. It rained good off and on for three days. I got tired of it around day two and decided to take the back way down off the Uncomphaghre Plateau to go into the mega metropolis of Norwood, Colorado (pop 1,000 or so) to have a nice hot meal in a real cafe out of the rain. I got down off the plateau just fine, but when I was driving on the part of the road that skirts the San Miguel River, I noticed that the river was running pretty high from all that rain and had begun to overflow its banks. I was driving along at a nice sedate 20mph due to the sharp curves on the road, the slick mud, and the proximity of the river about 15 feet to my right. Suddenly, as I rounded a curve I heard this funny, loud keraaccking noise and a huge cottonwood whose roots had been undercut by the river fell across the road right in front of me. I slammed on my brakes and in that mud, I darn near skidded into the San Miguel. After sitting there for a while attempting to recover my composure at this near brush with death by cottonwood, I sat there expectantly awaiting bubba to come along with his logging chain. The cottonwood completely blocked the road from the river on my right to the steep slope to my left - no way around the thing. I sat patiently in my car and waited. And waited. Finally, I realized that Bubba had wisely decided to stay in Norwood and drink some brews at the local bar and catch the Bronco's game. I was going to have to move that cottonwood myself. I sat and contemplated vectors for a while, the slick mud, dirt road and the roaring stream just a few feet away. I had my very own logging chain in the back of my car. I managed to get my car turned around, got out the logging chain, attached it to a sturdy branch on the fallen cottonwood, attached the other end to the rear bumper of my Explorer, locked in the hubs, and told the Explorer to be a good girl. The Explorer was not pleased at its new role as tree mover, but finally with a loud grumbling roar of the engine, it dragged the cottonwood just far enough to the side of the road that I could get around it. I unhitched the logging chain, turned the Explorer around, and drove past the tree into Norwood where I treated myself to a chicken fried steak at the Rocking R cafe and listened to the ranchers at the next table complain about the high price of hay. Does this qualify me as an honorary Bubbette? Last edited by marichiko; 07-23-2005 at 03:10 PM.

07-24-2005, 09:20 PM	#7
zippyt LONG LIVE KING ZIPPY! per Feetz Join Date: Mar 2003 Location: Arkansas Posts: 7,661	Mari , Haveing a logging chain and knowing how to use it makes you a self reliant Good 'Ole Girl , To be a bubette you need to have a spit cup with your name on it !!!!! __________________ "Success is getting what you want. Happiness is wanting what you get. " Brother Dave Gardner

07-24-2005, 10:29 PM	#8
xoxoxoBruce The future is unwritten Join Date: Oct 2002 Posts: 71,105	Some people use a cup? __________________ The descent of man ~ Nixon, Friedman, Reagan, Trump.

07-25-2005, 12:11 AM	#9
farfromhome Management Consultant Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: Portland,OR/Conesus,NY Posts: 166	LIFTED 'em, from the bog at Watkins Glen to the sand of Florida to the mud of Denali. Huh?!?! Were you there in the heydays of the Glen, Bruce? I have a scar on my leg and many memories. Being teargassed, cars burning, a greyhound bus...etc __________________ When you ain't got nothing-you ain't got nothing to lose.

07-25-2005, 12:23 PM	#10
xoxoxoBruce The future is unwritten Join Date: Oct 2002 Posts: 71,105	In the mud and the blood and the beer. I did not burn the bus...I did not burn the bus...I did not burn the bus..... __________________ The descent of man ~ Nixon, Friedman, Reagan, Trump.

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