GASoline71
Mr. Nice Guy
Sounds like my Gramps Jacob... he used to punch those same donkeys in the woods back in the day. He and another cat used to have contests back at the shop. Like squeezing pairs of pliers until the ends of the handles touched.
My Dad always told me about it when i was little... then one day me, my Dad, my Uncle and my Cousin were at gramps place helping him put up firewood for the season.
I asked him about doin' that. He went in and got a pair of pliers and squeezed them in his mammoth hands. The ends of the handles didn't touch, but they were bent up pretty good. That was 6 months before he died... he was 70 years old.
Gary
My Dad always told me about it when i was little... then one day me, my Dad, my Uncle and my Cousin were at gramps place helping him put up firewood for the season.
I asked him about doin' that. He went in and got a pair of pliers and squeezed them in his mammoth hands. The ends of the handles didn't touch, but they were bent up pretty good. That was 6 months before he died... he was 70 years old.
Gary