Kyle_in_Tex
Super Star Member
Don, as with most stuff, model and condition matter. Do you know what model the sickle bar is? If it is driven by a wooden bar, they are not worth a whole lot.
I'll check, my dad kept the manual. If you are interested in it better be ready to act quickly another guy will check it out Saturday.Don, as with most stuff, model and condition matter. Do you know what model the sickle bar is? If it is driven by a wooden bar, they are not worth a whole lot.
<snip>Had a very disgusting experience on Saturday morning. Wife and I cancelled our golfing plans to help her father with a rental property he has in our hometown. He had been renting it to another family member for many years, and about 8 months ago she stopped paying the rent. After repeated attempts to rectify the situation, she got angry and made some regrettable remarks to him. The city had her evicted three months ago over the condition of the house and the outside property, and condemned it. My Wife has been going with him (his hearing is terrible) to court several times over the past couple of weeks to get legal access to the house again. All of the legal stuff was resolved last week, so we went Saturday morning to change all the locks for him (he's in his mid-70s and starting to slow down). The Wife climbed a ladder to an open 2nd story window to go in and unlock the doors (he had given the tenants the last of his spares). She came running out the side door almost gagging. What we found inside was the most deplorable case of filth and hoarding I have ever seen, in pictures or otherwise, and the house just reeked of rotted food and animal litter. The lower level, a family room and utility room, were piled so high that some of the grid pieces and panels were pushed out of the drop ceiling. The stairs were literally covered in cat feces from bottom to top. All of the rooms upstairs were covered with stuff about 3 feet deep in most places, higher in others. There weren't even paths to get around from room to room. The kitchen had rotted food laying out all over the place. I changed the door knobs and deadbolt locks on the three outside doors, and got the heck out of there. Even having sprayed myself before going in, I still found dozens of fleas crawling around in my socks when I got outside. My Wife actually cried a bit afterwords. This was the house they were living in when she left at age 19, and she found it almost unrecognizable. Most of it was neglect, but some of it was obviously intentional damage. Two of the three door knobs had the keys broken off in the locks, and one of the deadbolts had been twisted 90ー beyond the stop point, which twisted the shaft so it wouldn't come out except by force. Sadly, this cleanup is going to cost him a lot of money.<snip>
RNG don't let Ron or Ed play with your salt gun or they might be tempted to modify it with their mills, like this guy did:
"Bug-A-Salt" On Steroids (Salt *******) - YouTube
What a maniac! And that accent and laugh! Ha Ha Ha. :laughing::laughing::laughing:
Want some fun? Check this out: Bug-A-Salt: The Original Salt Gun – Bug-A-Salt
Don't blame me if you don't get anything done the rest of the day...