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CHIEF

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  1. The first target should be this studio: CHIEF
  2. Shit, I won't even look till the middle of March.They will be less than $5/lb., probably $4.79/lb., that is what they bring that time of year. March 22nd is my birthday, we always boil about 4 sacks, $1k weekend, ain't much, but it's one of my big "blowouts" each year. CHIEF
  3. I'm always leery of the hunting lease sites. I know of guys that used it, they had a lot of promising game cam pictures before season, and then, no more bucks after the first week of season. The landowner made calling before arriving to the lease as part of the contract. That way, they could be sure to get the day hunters off before the lease holders arrived. There is some real chickenshit landowners out there. CHIEF
  4. In 1993, homes were still real reasonable. The tech boom was in its infancy. That $70k bungalow, with another $80k dropped into it would be worth probably $500k by 2000. High tech, and high tech wages in the 1990s/early 2000s shot the prices up with those upstarts like Dell, AMD, HP, Motorola (hah), and Samsung. CHIEF
  5. When Mrs. CHIEF and I got married. I tried to talk her into buying a little 2/1, or 2/2 bungalow in Travis Heights, about three blocks off from Zilker for $70k. It needed a complete renovation, but had hardwood floors. She told me she didn't want an old, broke down, piece of shit house. Worst decision I ever let her talk me out of. CHIEF
  6. Moved to Austin 30 years ago this year. 10 cent shrimp and 25 cent oysters, dollar longnecks at Pearl's Oyster bar was what I lived on after work. Extreme at the Backroom, Iggy Pop at SXSW on 6th Street, the Cult at Stubb's, and Eric Johnson at La Zona Rosa happened frequently. Newlyweds could get pretty lit and leave a $4 tip, drink eight $1 pints a piece on $20 at Copper Tank. Hut's had the two for one burger special on Tuesdays, and dollar longnecks. Dallas Club had the coin night drink specials. Had a buddy that worked at Hang-m-High on 6th street, wife and I could drink all night on $20, it was as cheap as drinking at home. I'm not sure there are enough cheap spots to have fun as frugally anymore. But, I guess that it is all relative now. That felt like Austin in its "heyday" to me. Drinking with Brisket and another buddy at Poodle Dog, Jennie's, and La La's when we were all newlyweds, and scrimping and saving on cheap drinks and cheap fun. I moved out in 2006, we still come down for home games, but leaving in December of every year, and not really coming back until the following September is a real eye opener. Complete areas are unrecognizable, there will be an additional square mile or two that was vacant ranch or farm land in December, in September it will be full of houses, a strip center, and 3-4 stand alone restaurants. I've never seen a vacant piece of property get developed as fast in my life. CHIEF
  7. We went out for a week hunt from the 16th to the 23rd. My big buck from up thread was still there. Saw several new younger bucks. They were chasing hard. Got to witness a fight between my big buck and an older buck we are shooting this coming week. He’s an older buck in decline. I’ll probably shoot another cull at the last minute, if we don’t see a wall hanger. It was cold as fuck last Thursday and Friday. 9 degrees on Thursday morning with 50mph winds, gusting to 65. I just knew Friday morning was going to be the shit, since the wind was going to lay. I guess the deer at all night, didn’t see but one traveling 10 point Friday morning. The game cam was going nuts after dark on Thursday night/Friday morning. CHIEF
  8. Helluva buck with a bow. Might make the Pope & Young book. CHIEF
  9. I don't know. Russian guns out of artillery rounds. UAF is determined, well equipped, and out for blood. They have their boot heel on Russia's throat in Ukraine. With the cost to civilians, all of the rape, murder, and torture. The UAF isn't going to stop until there isn't a single Russian left in Ukraine. I could see them putting a few pot shots into Russia, wipe out Belgorad. CHIEF
  10. No one that lived around us was savvy on real estate contracts. They wouldn't sell to the gravel company, but would sell to my dad. He put about 2000 acres together and gave the landowners about $5000-6000/acre. Ten times the going rate. They went from drinking Old Milwaukee to Coors Yellow Bellies. A million bucks was a lot of money in 1981. Ironically, they never mined the 118 acre place we owned. If we would have sat on it, we would have received jack shit. CHIEF
  11. I am an only child, and my son is an only child. My father was the fourth child of ten from a poor sharecropper family. My paternal grandmother never knew my name, I was just Melvin's boy. His older siblings got married and moved away as soon as they were old enough. His older brother was always "sickly", so he was the one that was "just right" for all of the heavy labor. Not only did he do the majority of the work on the farm, but his mom farmed him out, for money he never saw, to the neighbors to do all of the work on their farms as well. He told me he remembered having to get up early to turn over rows of peanuts to dry in the sun before going to elementary school. He was definitely a self made man. He sat for days on end at the Santa Fe Railroad shops, in Cleburne, until the shop superintendent finally gave him an interview and job to get him out of his office. He was the most persistent person I have ever known. He worked the day shift for eight hours and then the night shift as a watchman until 11pm. I only saw him on weekends. My mother was the oldest of three, her Dad was a bus driver. They later built a fishing resort on Lake Whitney, in the early 50's. After selling the resort, my grandfather did really well in real estate. So well, that my mother got her real estate license in 1969. In 1972, my parents bought 11 acres and built a home outside of Cleburne for about $38k, both grandparents were distraught over how their kids were gonna afford the $249/month mortgage. This was a time of hyperinflation, they sold it in 1977 for $75k, and bought 118 acres on the Brazos river for $66k, we bought a used trailer house for $4500, and moved in. This was the hot summer of 1980, and the crops were dismal, to say the least. My parents used my savings account for my Christmas that year. The next year was much better. My dad decided to have a stock tank built, the dozer driver started digging, but said there was so much pea gravel that the tank would never hold water. Dad contacted El Paso sand and gravel, and they did some core samples, the pea gravel went as far as their 80 foot corer could drill. So far, he had about $16k in the property. They offered to pay him by the ton upon removal, he said he would take 25% of that money as a one time payment to not have to deal with the trucks and dust. They agreed upon a valuation of that 25% at $500k. Dad did a 1031, and we ended up with a 420 acre ranch with a 4500 sq/ft. mansion in Bosque County, free and clear, when he was 33 years old. Hwy 67 from Midlothian to Dallas is paved with that pea gravel. He had quit his job at the railroad, and with some of the extra money, he had gotten into the oil business, everything was going well until the bottom fell out in 1984-85. Being a man of integrity, he refused to go into bankruptcy and pay everything back. We sold the ranch, cows, everything, and moved into a rented fourplex in a small town. Mom went to work at Farm Bureau in Waco, and Dad worked as a salesman at a solar plant in Waco. Long John Silvers was a splurge, if we wanted to eat out. Through all of this, I never once felt like my parents didn't have me as their number one priority. They always told me they loved me, and I was the best thing to ever happen to them. Not going to college was never an option for me, my parents came from nothing, and they damn sure didn't want that for me. I had gone to college in Colorado, so I could go skiing on most days. This put them in a financial bind, I knew this, so I suggested a different, cheaper plan. I came back home, and rode to MCC in Waco, with one of my best friends for the next two years. Then, finished at Tarleton, so I could commute to school. I worked as an aircraft mechanic while attending Tarleton. I would schedule to go to school only MWF, or Tu/Th so I could work a full 10 hours on my days off and on Saturdays, and sometimes Sundays. My parents paid for my school, roof, food, insurance. I paid for everything else. While at Tarleton, I met the love of my life, she was from Cedar Park. I was a senior, she was a freshman. At the end of the year, she said she was moving back to Cedar Park, and going to ACC. Her parents had very modest means, and she had an older entitled brother, and an older dysfunctional sister that was bleeding them dry. My best friend, the one I rode with tho MCC, was living in Round Rock, and had been suggesting I move down and share an apartment with him for some time. I said fuck it, moved down and worked in a Physical Therapy clinic in Westlake. After a semester at ACC, my wife dropped out, to work a full time state job at the Texas Water Development Board. We got married, and moved into an apartment off of 360, bought a new car, ate out, and went to bars all the time. Basically lived off of credit cards. Her mom and dad were always strapped, because anytime one of her siblings needed money, they only thought it was fair to give the same amount to the others. I had a sit down talk with the FIL and told him don't worry about being fair, just worry about what's right. I was an only child, and if we needed help, my family would take care of us. My parents were desperate for a grandchild. When we would go stay the weekend with them, my father would be cheerleading outside our bedroom door. I finally told them we were waiting until we could get a house before having kids. We had tons of credit card bills, and a huge car payment. Somehow my mom had squirreled away enough money to make that all go away. She insisted and paid off $37k in debt for us. We bought a house, had CHIEF Jr. but neither of us made enough to really make ends meet, so credit cards continued to pile up. We sold that house after five years and made a pretty good profit. Enough to pay off our outstanding debt. My wife, very computer savvy, had gotten a job at the General Services Commission, and doubled her salary. We were gonna build a home, so we moved in with her parents. I had enough after four months, bailed on the contract ($6500), and decided to buy, but I didn't have 20% for the down payment. Once more Mom to the rescue. That all took place around 2002-2003. Mom had moved up to be the Field Editor at Farm Bureau, the parents had bought a nice house in Waco, then the Barnett Shale took off. We know everyone in Johnson County, if we don't know you, we are kin to you. Since my Dad had been in the oil business, everyone was calling him all hours of the day and night about the contracts they were receiving on their mineral rights. Mom told him he needs to either step into the game, or quit taking calls. Dad and a partner opened a leasing office in Cleburne. No one in Johnson county had ever dealt with oil and gas contracts, they were receiving the standard Form 51 contracts. Dad and an oil and gas attorney got together and wrote up a contract. It was sufficiently good enough that Chesapeake, Devon, and EOG would take it. He had me quit my 8-5 job and come work for him. I worked for two years as a lessor, landman, and office clerk, separated from my wife and son to make this work. My dad and his partner made millions, leased 100k acres for Chesapeake. He was paying me $60k, BUT, at the end of 18 months, he stated how much he would like my wife and son, up here, close by. I told him I would have to save up more money to do it. He told me to go find a lot, build what you want, and your Mom and I will pay for it, when you sell your house in Cedar Park, you can pay it back. They lived in Pecan Plantation, in Granbury. I was going to move to Glen Rose, but couldn't find a nice neighborhood that didn't have a handful of rundown houses around, so Pecan Plantation it was. Found my lot, bought it for $55k, the folks stroked a check. Found my house plans, online, after looking at plans for three months about four hours each night, and started building. I worked as my own GC to save money, my wife would come up weekends to see what had been accomplished. She came in one day, and I was scoring the concrete, as I was going to have concrete floors to save money. She went threw the roof, had a big knock down drag out. In walks my Dad, he asks about the problem. I told him we had agreed upon concrete floors to save money, but one of the small areas I had stained, she said was much too dark. He asked me how much it would be to tile it. I said about $30k, but it wasn't in the budget. He stroked me a check for the $30k, told me to make her happy. With casement windows, an extra 100 tons of rock, the metal roof, I was way over budget, like $100k over. We sold our Cedar Park home for about $240k, but I had spent close to $400k. I gave him the proceeds, nothing else was ever said. Over the years, my Dad always paid for me, and my son's deer lease spots see he could spend as much time with us as possible. All expense paid fishing trips, an Alaskan Cruise, etc. It was all about family time, until he passed in 2019. I never moved with the oilfield work. I had a house paid for, cars paid off, no credit card debt. Life was good, my wife, started working for a modular building company as soon as the Barnett Shale played out. She started at about $17/hr. She was pissed about not working at the state anymore. She would have retired last year. But, the brains behind that modular company left and started a new company, she was the third person hired, she is executive level, six figures, does what she wants, and is a difference maker, not a cog. I always remind her of that. I traveled a bit for a day or two, here and there doing landman work. My mother convinced me to get into occasional home building, and real estate in 2015. So I became a realtor. My mother is in a bunch of organizations (DAR, VFD auxiliary, church, etc.) and gets 95% of our listings from there. I do the yard signs, and some of our showings. We split everything down the middle 50/50. I would not be in deep shit if something happened to her, but it would be a scramble. She has enough assets, and oil and gas royalties that I would inherit to stay comfortable. We are always the co-number one realtors in our county. She just turned 72, and has no intention of slowing down, as she loves what she does, no interest in getting remarried. My wife is resentful of all my free time. I go to our deer lease and stay for weeks, it is just slow this time of year. Not last year, but this year, and the years before. My mother paid for the truck I drive, she bought it for my Dad's company. They bought my son's pickup, and paid for his first year of college. CHIEF Jr. has no recollection of tough times. He is about to graduate engineering school, and has a job lined up at Lockheed in Ft. Worth. He can live at home and commute with others to rathole money. He is about to be 25, and must own property to be a club member at that time. My mother is giving him a $150k riverfront lot for Christmas, and will pay the initiation fee as well. I have lived through good times and bad. I am thankful for my position, and the position my mother, wife, and son are in. As Hayden put it, I'm not a "bootstraps" guy, nor a "silver spoon". We go on a vacation once or twice a year, don't eat out much, only real outlandish item we spend money on is a Polaris Ranger. My wife is a penny pincher, CHIEF Jr. is somewhat tight for a 24 year old (doesn't bar hop, or get in any trouble). I let mom make all of her financial decisions, its her money, she can spend any or all of it, for all I care. She will never spend a day in a nursing home, I will see to it. Even if it takes spending what I will inherit for "in home" care. This is what "being family" means. Improving each others lives, any chance you get. You're all in it together. CHIEF
  12. My wife is very levelheaded and has never made an appearance in this thread. But when we first started dating, I bought tickets to a Soundgarden concert. I told her we were leaving at 5:30 sharp. At 5:30, she still had wet hair, and still wasn’t dressed. I went without her. 29 years later, and she hasn’t made that mistake since. CHIEF
  13. If she jumped on his back and wrapped her arms around his neck, face or mouth, the forearm would be the first thing to get bit, to get her off. Would be interesting to know if the bite was on the inside or outside on the forearm. CHIEF
  14. That is an old man, looks 6.5 y.o. He is ready to be shot. CHIEF
  15. To make room in the refrigerator for shit that family and friends drop off? 12 hours, a day, maybe two. It never cooks past rare. That was the point of it being fool proof. No matter how long it has been in there, the consistency is the same. No real rhyme or reason. CHIEF
  16. My recipe is easy. Season the prime rib, throw it in a turkey bag and sous vide at 129 degrees for a few days. Pull it out, keep the fat drippings for your au jus. Cold smoke it for 2-3 hours. Completely fool proof. CHIEF
  17. This kid looks like a stud. I have been lukewarm on some of FCS/G5 guys, they shine in their prospective collegiate level of play, but what's going to happen when they step up couple of levels. He had 3.5 sacks against Kansas, alone. That is more than anyone on Texas defense had all year except Overshown (4) and Sorrell (5.5). Would love for him to be a J. Ossai starter kit. CHIEF
  18. "You will be a cornerstone in the foundation of the long, difficult journey back to A&M greatness?" CHIEF
  19. That menu looks killer. Interior food, so bugs, squash blossoms, Huitlacoche, etc. Carpaccio de Lengua sounds like something I need to make. I use Toro's recipe for mini carpaccio at least once a month, here, at home. CHIEF
  20. I'm telling you, you are doing yourself a disservice if you don't hit up https://www.torokitchenandbar.com before the game. It's a two block walk to the Alamodome. It's Spanish, not Mexican. Jamon Iberico, morcilla, paella, pulpo de Ajillo, solomillo, mini carpaccio, great wine, hottest women I've ever seen in San Antonio, live flamenco music on Friday and Saturday nights. I go there, at least once, anytime I go to San Antonio. We have nothing remotely like it in the Ft. Worth area. Probably my favorite place to eat in Texas. CHIEF
  21. We are so far from camp that we are setup to sit all day and not get bored. We setup a 2000w solar generator for a TV and small refrigerator: It has a 160w solar panel that keeps it charged: CHIEF
  22. I always thought the invisible jet was so fucking stupid. The jet was invisible, but not you. Looks like you are squatting to take a shit at 600 knots from 35k feet. How is that clandestine? But Wonder Woman made it look good, even the cartoon version. CHIEF
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