I learned the air speed of a wire hanger is definitely supersonic. And when holes are drilled in a wooden paddle the atmospheric resistance level is lowered greatly. You probably wouldn't believe I've never had a physics class but I haven't. Seriously I like all your videos but I love the shop stories.
I can relate to so many of these "physics lessons"! Grew up on 40 acres in the U.P. of Michigan. Definately learned how to recieve channel 3 or 6...13 if some strange unkown atmospheric conditions were at play. It was us kids changing the channel by rotating the antenna just as you described. I was the youngest and Moms flat wooden paddle was cracked and repaired with duct tape so as to stay in service for all 5 of us. My best friend Jason's Dad used a switch...I was glad for the flat profile Mom used. The grade school also had a paddle. It was the size of a cheese board so we had to act as though it hurt. Still remember Ms. Hinkson hurting her wrist paddling Jason and I for smuggling and storing chocolate cakes out to our snow fort in his sling...he broke his arm falling off the monkey bars. My brand new pellot pistol only made it 1 day past chrismas before finding a new home in the 4' of snow in our front yard. I had gone out to take a leak off the front porch after dark and wanted to hear it "tink" off Dads old F100 door. I approximated the location in the dark, pulled the trigger and heard a different noise than expected...that of the passenger side window shattering. Lots of great physics lessons learned early and in a very unforgettable way. Thanks for all the great content and the stroll down memory lane.
Yeah I remember those physics lessons. I was playing with my dad’s 357 one time and it was loaded and I didn’t know it and I ended up shooting a hole in the wall. My backside Was scorched for several weeks… To this day, I always check my pistols and ensure that my son checks them before he uses them.😬
Growing up in the mid 50s to late 60s, I remember making spoke guns from a bicycle wheel. We had a kid in our group who was MacGyver long before there ever was a MacGyver. Reversed the rim connecting socket on the spoke, and wired three of them together. Filled them with gun powder and a wedged lead shot in each, that was salvaged from one of his ol' man's 12 guage shotgun shells, heated it with a lighter until they popped. It's a wonder I still have two eyes, ten fingers and all of my front teeth given all the stupid stuff we did back then.
Drinking, smoking, high discipline adults of the 70’s can teach some of the most valuable lessons in life. Boy this bring back some memories of growing up in a neighborhood very similar to yours! We learned it the tough way but you didn’t forget it either!
Reminds me of my childhood. Also your stories remind me of Patrick McManus books I read growing up. Same kinds of outdoor lore, knowledge and humor passed down....through experience and hard knocks and loss of flesh.
If I get to listen to Randy’s stories with John Deere’s running in the background, I know it’s been a good day!! Randy, I will gladly take your neighbor Mark if he wants to live in Washington. Glad your putting these videos out for us to enjoy!!!!
As a youngster that grew up on a farm in South Georgia I can relate to all of this. I often tell my 4 boys that they wouldn’t have survived my childhood!
The TV antenna story was a riot. How well I remember tuning the tv. When I dated my wife, I soon had that job for her folks also. We got Winnipeg and Pembina. Great stories!!
Love it Randy! I knew you were a smart guy, but didn't realize where it came from until this episode. I too enjoy applied physics. You're explanations and storys are great. Keep em' coming!
Oh Man! You're in story mode and I'm hearing memory lane. It's so good I'm almost rolling on the floor laughing. My hometown was Northome. I remember going up to Big falls to watch the ice flow on the river. Walking the rails of the old railroad bridge across the river. I even remember some of those names because they had relatives down in our corner of the county and my mother taught at Northome high for 17 years so I knew who a lot of the kids were that came through over those years. 67-84. Did that pipe wrench tuning on the antenna. Learned how to use the "handyman". THANK YOU SO MUCH!
As a fellow Northern Minnesota boy of the same generation, these lessons are all ubiquitous. I was 6th of 10 kids with seven of us boys. The stories could go on for weeks. Thanks Randy for helping others understand why we are the way we are.
Great stuff, Randy. Ok, I'll share, too. At four years old, I spotted a b-i-i-i-g garden spider that had spun a pretty substantial web from the pillar of a neighbor family's front porch. I thought, "If I aim just right and use the proper amount of force, I can hit that spider in the middle of it's web with this appropriately sized rock." Well, I have no recollection of hitting that spider due to all the noise created by the crashing and shattering of the big picture window that was directly behind the spider's web a few feet back from the front of the porch. So...I learned the fourth rule of firearm safety without realizing it at the time but I have never forgotten to "Always be certain of your target and what is beyond." Later in life, while watching old WWII dive bomber footage, I also realized that years earlier at the neighbor's front porch, I had experienced what is known as 'target fixation' when attempting to triangulate the trajectory I'd need to hit that spider with that rock as I didn't even see the picture window beyond my intended target in that moment. Had I been flying a dive bomber, I most certainly would have followed the bomb right into the sea or the ground.
Yup...same age as you and growing up 100 miles away on "Da Range" (Virginia) was very educational. We learned about the taconite pellets at a very early age because all of the big kids in the neighborhood had them already...carried in a purple Crown Royal bag if you were one of the cool kids... When we were older and upgraded to a "wrist rocket", that pellet was devastating. Thanks for the trip down memory lane Randy!
Ha, I made the mistake of laughing when my mother broke a wooden spoon over my butt. Well she found one that wouldn't break and I don't think I could sit down for a few days.
Great show guys It's such a Blessing to hear stories about how most of us grew up Old School Randy in them days no one talked about trophy hunting. It's kinda like the team is doing now hunting like most of us having a good time in God's Great Outdoors Thank You Randy and Team
We had one extra item in our med kit, at least when dad was around, that was snuff for pulling out poison from stings of bees, wasps, ants, and anything else you could think of. Dad also keeps electical tape and paper towels or napkins handy for the quick bandaid. These are all in part of my med kits today.
Too funny, brought back a lot of memories. I'm a little older(63) but lived through all these things. I can remember turning antennas by hand to get a channel before the high tech "rotors" came in. Your handy jacks you refer to we call "Jack-Alls" up here. It was likely a brand name like ski-doo for a snowmobile. Ed Sullivan, Lawrence Welk, Bonanza, Rifleman, remember seeing them all in black and white(when tv's had huge tubes in the back). Of course good old hockey night in Canada, what can I say, I'm actually old enough and remember seeing Toronto beat Montreal for the Stanley Cup, they haven't done it since, eh! Regards, from the great white north Randy.
Oh may gosh, I loved this one. I grew up in the country in Minnesota. This so sounds like my childhood. Brought back lots of memories. Thanks Randy, get up the great work.
Right on Randy. Grew up in Deer River MN area in 50s 60s. Your stories brings back memories. Grew up on a farm so there were many opportunities to get into some of the same scenarios.
Great walk down memory lane Randy .you forgot the all handy Willow which stung like Hell , that's back in the 40's and 50's .life lessons from parents .
As a kid growing up dad had a logging truck, dump truck, loader, skidder, backhoe. I learned to drive and work on them at a young age. Physic lesson when using a wrench to remove a rusted bolt. Applying pressure to remove said bolt will result in the bolt coming loose or a busted nukkel when the wrench slips off.
You are indeed a great storyteller Randy, and I enjoyed your very drawn out explanations! I’m a bit older and our black and white Philco came with an electric rotor antennae adjustments. Or we moved the rabbit tears and I knew the difference between VHF and UHF! But I learned more about ballistics from self experimentation with Gasoline & Gunpowder,
Within the first decade of life I got a high speed ball squarely in the face twice. Once - a soccer ball, next time - a basket ball. Projectile trajectories; masses with their velocities, momenta and variability of elasticity in collisions. Interestingly the first time I got knocked out was on a separate occasion, only a very long while later ...
Yep! Our antenna was on the roof,so…. Dad would climb up there and start turning and I would yell when the channel was at it’s clearest. 😎 when mom was mad at him she would keep saying, “no! Too far! Go back. Now dammit too far the other way! Turn it back!”😂🤣😂
Great stories...for me it was ball bearings discarded from the machine shop at the submarine base...and nobody ever had staph infections with a liberal dose of mercurochrome. Thanks Randy!
Grew up in small town Ontario Canada, end of my street was a buddy, they had 5 acres or so of hills ,Bush, swamp,streams ,you name it . As well his dad built dunes buggies from old beetles. We grew up with horses ,guns ,mini bikes ,motorcycles, cars. All starting at the age of about 7. How no one died we haven't figured out. 14 boys on the street , hockey ponds in the winter ,building treehouses in the summer. What a life
I love an American story. This has to be the best story you ever told Randy. RUclips needs to set up a "Love" button for this story. At least they should allow me to put more than one Like.
Litterally the best thing to listen to on the way to work! Love the videos. I live in Texas and am moving to the Boise Idaho area soon for work. Cant wait to get into the elk woods for the first time.
HYSTERICAL! LMAO! Every bit as entertaining as any of your hunting videos. If accounting and hunting videos, etc. peter-out for any reason, you could go on tour as a standup (or sit down) comic. Nice work, Randy. BTW, I enjoyed the PERC presentation and your input during the panel discussion last Thursday - very informative. Thanks again.
When I was a child in the 60s, a very popular toy for mothers to buy their children were wooden paddles with a length of single strand rubber band stapled to it, on the other end was a rubber ball. Those rubber bands ALWAYS (mysteriously) broke. Mom now had a beating implement. I learned that while the paddle of learning was applied to the seat of understanding... my poodle mix (mom would only allow poodles as pets) would become "Cujo" and attack the paddler, valiantly protecting the paddlee. If I pushed the poodle away to protect the paddler while beating me... the paddler no longer had the heart to continue with the beating, and the beatings ceased. I also learned that if a paddlee candidate took ungranted liberties with ink pens and doodled a "Batman scene" on the implement of beatings, that constituted receiving a beating. Implements of beatings were a sacred thing in the minds of paddlers. Paternal type... never messed with paddles, a swat from an open palm from a cement finisher construction worker had devastating effect on the misbehavior mischief of a paddlee. A paddlee learned early on that when dad barked "That's enough"... there would be no further warnings. However, maternal paddlers had a certain volume and high level of pitch in the screech which had to be found before paddlees needed to heed. Children of today have no concept of the meaning of the following: "You sat down to watch TV with tin foil on your rabbit ears". Mercurochrome was child's play compared to Merthiolate. "It worked better" (because is stung more) was the rumor.
Lol, awesome stuff,our old antenna set in a concrete block and a groove was cut in it because of all of the adjustments applied over the years, love all your content always enjoy.
Mom wouldn’t let dad use use spoons after he broke a few on us and she thought the mettle spoon was going to far. For us it was all about velocity, the belt baby haha
My Pop used to fold the belt in half and let the metal buckle end go on the swing. The worst result was the wrap around effect that got the inner thighs! Using the buckle was probably borderline child abuse, BUT, I promise I never made the same mistake again!!
"In the spirit of Pat Mcmanus" One of the reasons I follow your content, I live a few hours from where you grew up and these stories remind me of listening to my dad and uncles growing up, great stuff. You guys really need to think about a "Live from Big Falls" episode
Great stories! Superb lessons!! The physics lesson I learned as a kid was that time travel exists. I could get beat by my dad this week for stuff that my dumb neighborhood friend's mother just found out they did last week when I was somewhere else minding my own business!
Gotta love the way we were raised back in the day! Sure, my butt hurt a few times, along with my pride, but, I would like to think that those "Physics lessons" educated me to be a good man. My Stepfather was very heavy handed. I certainly disagreed with his overactive "Physics" lessons at the time but later realized that I probably deserves @ least %50 or more of those beatings. Having gained some wisdom from age, I literally thanked my (now) X-Stepfather for his applied forces to my ass and other parts of my body as a child. At risk of sounding like my Granddad and an "Old Man" reminiscing of yesteryear, I know very well that the way "things used to be" (in this case physical punishment) WAS the VERY BEST way to raise a Boy into a man. The "New methods" like "Timeout" etc. Are Hogwash, don't work for shit, and result in our communities being full of spoiled, unappreciative, entitled 20 to 40 yr old little boys who expect EVERYTHING to be handed to them without any effort, work, or pain invested to EARN things! Ughh!!! Frustrating!!! Parents, society, and "the law" ALL need to bring back the traditional teachings of physics for children! Lest we be surrounded by a bunch of sniveling, entitled pussies that wouldn't know a good days work if it literally bit them in the ass. Hopefully at least some of today's parents are still teaching boys how to become respectful men? Lastly, I'm not an advocate for undue violence or abuse, but it's pretty apparent that Boys learn much better when disrespect, dishonesty, and selfishness are all met by Parents with super solid belts or Soup spoons! Here's to more bruised butts! Please, I beg ALL parents of today, show your children you love them by sharing some literal ass whippings with them. They WILL thank you later on when they become actual young men!
Our improved tv reception was improved when the power company came through and replaced the poles on our rode and my dad talked them out of one of the old poles and we set in the backyard and ran the pipe another ten feet up past the top so I got to stand on a ladder with a pipe wrench to tune it.
I learned about gravity and the theory of chance. My brother and I would shoot field arrows up into the air until they went out of sight. We would then stand around and watch to see where they landed. Unfortunately, I didn’t learn the dangers of such a sport until I was older. No one got hurt, but how dumb could we have been? Still gives me shivers.
Haha 😆 that was great. I even at 38 can relate to most of those stories. We had those wire antennas before dishes came out. We had to pick out switches or whatever we wanted to get whipped by for being bad. Yes never laugh or say it didn’t hurt or you got it again. I had 3 brothers and tons of cousins and we made anything we could get our hands on into weapons. I can just see all the neighborhood kids of Big Falls being on top of their roofs “changing” the channel at the same time. Yelling over to each other, “Hey Jim!” “Hey Randy”! Looking like the chimney sweeps on Mary Poppins. Haha 😆
Randy you have to at least...at the very least...do one of these a year ,two would be even better. I'm probably 8 or so years older than you but I experienced pretty much the same physics lesson you described. The antenna remote was my job as I was the oldest, while I was raised in the Southeast my experiences were much the same, with one exception, the women used the long handled spatulas instead of the spoon. Keep'em coming for they are great!
We could receive 2 channels and both were blurry. Every time the wind blew I had to climb up on the roof of our trailer house and line the antenna up with the tower. Ah the memories! I think we were better off back then.
Where we lived it was much the same. I was the remote when we got tv. I grew up on a farm and our butt was the short route to corrections and with what ever they had handy. I am better for it today. No ment no and you didn't steal from anyone. The rod of correction was in your mind and good manners was required. Today they call it child abuse, I do not just look around and see the difference in kids.
Welp. It took me 3 days to watch this video. I'd watch and fall asleep. Not because it was boring, because I was tired. Lol. All I have to say is, this was a hoot to watch. I can relate. Lol
I was 8 and dad had to replace the clutch in Ford Courier pickup, so I the jack and Jack stand for the transmission while removed and replaced the clutch.
We didn't call them city slickers we called them flat landers. Made many slingshot. Used ball bearings from dad's shop. I grew up in a small town here in Oregon. We had our gun's in the truck at school and went hunting when school let out that is if we didn't leave early haha.
Randy, being a Canadian your age, May I say , I think you forgot Don Messier’s Jubilee- a musical show. But then I never did like that show, so I can’t blame you for forgetting ! Haha Love your show, what a talent for storytelling/ bullshitting you have !
I learned not to talk back to an adult. I spoke back to my dad once, my mom turned her hand sideways and cut through the air like a stealth bomber and connected right on my kisser. I thought I was the only one being educated with a soup spoon. When the soup spoon wasn’t within reach she used the back of her hand. Lol 😂 we as kids used to pretend to cry as well. Great stories, keep them coming!!!
Learned about gravity vs. Speed while trying to clear 6 neighbor friends by jumping over them on my bike ramp. Some of them went home crying with knobby tracks on their shirts.
🤣🤣😂 Third item in first aid kit... mineral oil! Grandma's cure for everything! If no mineral oil, then prune juice! LOL...these stories sound so familiar! Just imagine the "life knowlege" you will pass on some day if you become a Grandpa! 😂 Newburg physics!
What physics lessons did you learn as a kid?
I learned the air speed of a wire hanger is definitely supersonic. And when holes are drilled in a wooden paddle the atmospheric resistance level is lowered greatly. You probably wouldn't believe I've never had a physics class but I haven't. Seriously I like all your videos but I love the shop stories.
That ya can’t turn a toboggan out of the way of a tree with six heavy guys on it. And never be the front airbag .
I can relate to so many of these "physics lessons"!
Grew up on 40 acres in the U.P. of Michigan. Definately learned how to recieve channel 3 or 6...13 if some strange unkown atmospheric conditions were at play. It was us kids changing the channel by rotating the antenna just as you described.
I was the youngest and Moms flat wooden paddle was cracked and repaired with duct tape so as to stay in service for all 5 of us. My best friend Jason's Dad used a switch...I was glad for the flat profile Mom used. The grade school also had a paddle. It was the size of a cheese board so we had to act as though it hurt. Still remember Ms. Hinkson hurting her wrist paddling Jason and I for smuggling and storing chocolate cakes out to our snow fort in his sling...he broke his arm falling off the monkey bars.
My brand new pellot pistol only made it 1 day past chrismas before finding a new home in the 4' of snow in our front yard. I had gone out to take a leak off the front porch after dark and wanted to hear it "tink" off Dads old F100 door. I approximated the location in the dark, pulled the trigger and heard a different noise than expected...that of the passenger side window shattering.
Lots of great physics lessons learned early and in a very unforgettable way.
Thanks for all the great content and the stroll down memory lane.
PI KAPPA ALPHA are the scariest Letters in the Greek Alphabet....
Yeah I remember those physics lessons.
I was playing with my dad’s 357 one time and it was loaded and I didn’t know it and I ended up shooting a hole in the wall. My backside
Was scorched for several weeks…
To this day, I always check my pistols and ensure that my son checks them before he uses them.😬
Growing up in the mid 50s to late 60s, I remember making spoke guns from a bicycle wheel. We had a kid in our group who was MacGyver long before there ever was a MacGyver. Reversed the rim connecting socket on the spoke, and wired three of them together. Filled them with gun powder and a wedged lead shot in each, that was salvaged from one of his ol' man's 12 guage shotgun shells, heated it with a lighter until they popped. It's a wonder I still have two eyes, ten fingers and all of my front teeth given all the stupid stuff we did back then.
Drinking, smoking, high discipline adults of the 70’s can teach some of the most valuable lessons in life. Boy this bring back some memories of growing up in a neighborhood very similar to yours! We learned it the tough way but you didn’t forget it either!
Reminds me of my childhood. Also your stories remind me of Patrick McManus books I read growing up. Same kinds of outdoor lore, knowledge and humor passed down....through experience and hard knocks and loss of flesh.
If I get to listen to Randy’s stories with John Deere’s running in the background, I know it’s been a good day!!
Randy, I will gladly take your neighbor Mark if he wants to live in Washington.
Glad your putting these videos out for us to enjoy!!!!
You are such a talented storyteller, Randy!! It DEFINITELY brings back some childhood nostalgia!
As a youngster that grew up on a farm in South Georgia I can relate to all of this. I often tell my 4 boys that they wouldn’t have survived my childhood!
I am SO happy you are revisiting this series. I rewatched the other two last week and was sad when i searched for more and there was none.
The TV antenna story was a riot. How well I remember tuning the tv. When I dated my wife, I soon had that job for her folks also. We got Winnipeg and Pembina. Great stories!!
I love your stories Randy. Glad the guys talked you into more of them.
Love it Randy! I knew you were a smart guy, but didn't realize where it came from until this episode. I too enjoy applied physics. You're explanations and storys are great. Keep em' coming!
Glad you enjoyed it!
Oh Man! You're in story mode and I'm hearing memory lane. It's so good I'm almost rolling on the floor laughing. My hometown was Northome. I remember going up to Big falls to watch the ice flow on the river. Walking the rails of the old railroad bridge across the river. I even remember some of those names because they had relatives down in our corner of the county and my mother taught at Northome high for 17 years so I knew who a lot of the kids were that came through over those years. 67-84. Did that pipe wrench tuning on the antenna. Learned how to use the "handyman". THANK YOU SO MUCH!
As a fellow Northern Minnesota boy of the same generation, these lessons are all ubiquitous. I was 6th of 10 kids with seven of us boys. The stories could go on for weeks. Thanks Randy for helping others understand why we are the way we are.
Great stuff, Randy. Ok, I'll share, too. At four years old, I spotted a b-i-i-i-g garden spider that had spun a pretty substantial web from the pillar of a neighbor family's front porch. I thought, "If I aim just right and use the proper amount of force, I can hit that spider in the middle of it's web with this appropriately sized rock."
Well, I have no recollection of hitting that spider due to all the noise created by the crashing and shattering of the big picture window that was directly behind the spider's web a few feet back from the front of the porch. So...I learned the fourth rule of firearm safety without realizing it at the time but I have never forgotten to "Always be certain of your target and what is beyond."
Later in life, while watching old WWII dive bomber footage, I also realized that years earlier at the neighbor's front porch, I had experienced what is known as 'target fixation' when attempting to triangulate the trajectory I'd need to hit that spider with that rock as I didn't even see the picture window beyond my intended target in that moment. Had I been flying a dive bomber, I most certainly would have followed the bomb right into the sea or the ground.
Yup...same age as you and growing up 100 miles away on "Da Range" (Virginia) was very educational. We learned about the taconite pellets at a very early age because all of the big kids in the neighborhood had them already...carried in a purple Crown Royal bag if you were one of the cool kids... When we were older and upgraded to a "wrist rocket", that pellet was devastating. Thanks for the trip down memory lane Randy!
Ha, I made the mistake of laughing when my mother broke a wooden spoon over my butt. Well she found one that wouldn't break and I don't think I could sit down for a few days.
been there! nothing worse than breaking the wooden spoon and laughing!
That’s funny. I out ran my mom to the kitchen drawer grabbed the wooden spoon and broke it over my knee…that cracked her up!
Did the same with my mom but her replacement spoon was made of plastic...I can guarantee-darn-tee you plastic has WAY more snap than wooden spoon!
The opposite happened for me. My mom laughed when she broke a spoon over my butt......the next time we went shopping she got a 5 pack....
Great show guys It's such a Blessing to hear stories about how most of us grew up Old School Randy in them days no one talked about trophy hunting. It's kinda like the team is doing now hunting like most of us having a good time in God's Great Outdoors Thank You Randy and Team
Oh my God, "Two beatings for the price of one". That's genius Randy! Thanks for this video. Please do more.
My Dad's motto was why do I need a remote control tv when I have you around. Great story I can relate to most of it.
We had one extra item in our med kit, at least when dad was around, that was snuff for pulling out poison from stings of bees, wasps, ants, and anything else you could think of. Dad also keeps electical tape and paper towels or napkins handy for the quick bandaid. These are all in part of my med kits today.
Lol, I turned a TV antenna at least a million times growing up. Had only 3 channels. Great memories. Thanks Randy!!!
Classic
Randy You brought up a bunch of memories ,lord I would like to sit around a fire with you telling life lesson
Too funny, brought back a lot of memories. I'm a little older(63) but lived through all these things. I can remember turning antennas by hand to get a channel before the high tech "rotors" came in. Your handy jacks you refer to we call "Jack-Alls" up here. It was likely a brand name like ski-doo for a snowmobile. Ed Sullivan, Lawrence Welk, Bonanza, Rifleman, remember seeing them all in black and white(when tv's had huge tubes in the back). Of course good old hockey night in Canada, what can I say, I'm actually old enough and remember seeing Toronto beat Montreal for the Stanley Cup, they haven't done it since, eh! Regards, from the great white north Randy.
Oh may gosh, I loved this one. I grew up in the country in Minnesota. This so sounds like my childhood. Brought back lots of memories. Thanks Randy, get up the great work.
If you are older then 50 you probably will never forget your first experience with road rash and Mercurochrome!!!
Great stories, I can remember getting radio traffic from the airport over our tv growing up in the 70s.
Love the stories Randy, brought back some memories for sure. The whole time I was waiting on some references to Redd Greene 😂
I could listen to shop stories all day long. Great video. Had some good laughs.
Glad you enjoyed
Right on Randy. Grew up in Deer River MN area in 50s 60s. Your stories brings back memories. Grew up on a farm so there were many opportunities to get into some of the same scenarios.
I bet.
Great walk down memory lane Randy .you forgot the all handy Willow which stung like Hell , that's back in the 40's and 50's .life lessons from parents .
And now we know why randy acts like he does. Lol, you brought my childhood back to me. The only thing missing was the mulberry tree.
Love the stories. Brings back a few of my own memories. Laughed out loud a few times.
Randy's stories are the best!
Glad you think so
As a kid growing up dad had a logging truck, dump truck, loader, skidder, backhoe. I learned to drive and work on them at a young age. Physic lesson when using a wrench to remove a rusted bolt. Applying pressure to remove said bolt will result in the bolt coming loose or a busted nukkel when the wrench slips off.
You are indeed a great storyteller Randy, and I enjoyed your very drawn out explanations! I’m a bit older and our black and white Philco came with an electric rotor antennae adjustments. Or we moved the rabbit tears and I knew the difference between VHF and UHF! But I learned more about ballistics from self experimentation with Gasoline & Gunpowder,
Just found this series… loved it! I have curled in Hibbing. I also have been to Duluth many times. Thank you for sharing.
Randy, I so enjoy your videos! We have land by Effie and were at the falls 2 weeks ago. Absent the water...praying for rain.
Within the first decade of life I got a high speed ball squarely in the face twice.
Once - a soccer ball, next time - a basket ball. Projectile trajectories; masses with their velocities, momenta and variability of elasticity in collisions. Interestingly the first time I got knocked out was on a separate occasion, only a very long while later ...
I think we can all relate to those kind of events.
@@Fresh_Tracks indeed, exactly as you say. Thank you as always for the stories. Cheers
Yep! Our antenna was on the roof,so…. Dad would climb up there and start turning and I would yell when the channel was at it’s clearest. 😎 when mom was mad at him she would keep saying, “no! Too far! Go back. Now dammit too far the other way! Turn it back!”😂🤣😂
We need stories like this, at least a short one, every time you can!
I'll try to do some more.
Great stories...for me it was ball bearings discarded from the machine shop at the submarine base...and nobody ever had staph infections with a liberal dose of mercurochrome. Thanks Randy!
Grew up in small town Ontario Canada, end of my street was a buddy, they had 5 acres or so of hills ,Bush, swamp,streams ,you name it . As well his dad built dunes buggies from old beetles. We grew up with horses ,guns ,mini bikes ,motorcycles, cars. All starting at the age of about 7. How no one died we haven't figured out. 14 boys on the street , hockey ponds in the winter ,building treehouses in the summer. What a life
Great story. I’ve lived in Hibbing my entire life. Sling shots and taconite pellets are like beer and peanuts
Love the stories, keep them coming
I love an American story. This has to be the best story you ever told Randy. RUclips needs to set up a "Love" button for this story. At least they should allow me to put more than one Like.
Yes randy! couldn’t wait to hear another! Thank you
Thanks for listening
Thank you for the videos Mr Newburg, appreciate it sir
You bet
Great video thanks for the laughs great story tellers thanks for sharing!
Glad you enjoyed it
Best storyteller Of this generation!
Thank you kindly.
Litterally the best thing to listen to on the way to work! Love the videos. I live in Texas and am moving to the Boise Idaho area soon for work. Cant wait to get into the elk woods for the first time.
Good luck!
I love it! It brings back memories. It reminds me of the old school satellite dishes.
That's funny stuff Randy haven't thought about those things in a very long time priceless memories thank you for sharing your thoughts
Thanks for watching
I'm 16 minutes into the video and cracking up! Oh can I relate! Back to watching the rest of the video... Industrial soup spoons!!! LMAO!!! 🤣🤣🤣
The dysentery story was unreal!!! So funny!!!
HYSTERICAL! LMAO! Every bit as entertaining as any of your hunting videos. If accounting and hunting videos, etc. peter-out for any reason, you could go on tour as a standup (or sit down) comic. Nice work, Randy.
BTW, I enjoyed the PERC presentation and your input during the panel discussion last Thursday - very informative. Thanks again.
Simply awesome stories Randy! Boy do I ever remember the mercurochrome and being the channel changer. Thanks for the memories!
When I was a child in the 60s, a very popular toy for mothers to buy their children were wooden paddles with a length of single strand rubber band stapled to it, on the other end was a rubber ball. Those rubber bands ALWAYS (mysteriously) broke. Mom now had a beating implement.
I learned that while the paddle of learning was applied to the seat of understanding... my poodle mix (mom would only allow poodles as pets) would become "Cujo" and attack the paddler, valiantly protecting the paddlee. If I pushed the poodle away to protect the paddler while beating me... the paddler no longer had the heart to continue with the beating, and the beatings ceased.
I also learned that if a paddlee candidate took ungranted liberties with ink pens and doodled a "Batman scene" on the implement of beatings, that constituted receiving a beating. Implements of beatings were a sacred thing in the minds of paddlers.
Paternal type... never messed with paddles, a swat from an open palm from a cement finisher construction worker had devastating effect on the misbehavior mischief of a paddlee. A paddlee learned early on that when dad barked "That's enough"... there would be no further warnings. However, maternal paddlers had a certain volume and high level of pitch in the screech which had to be found before paddlees needed to heed.
Children of today have no concept of the meaning of the following: "You sat down to watch TV with tin foil on your rabbit ears".
Mercurochrome was child's play compared to Merthiolate. "It worked better" (because is stung more) was the rumor.
Lol, awesome stuff,our old antenna set in a concrete block and a groove was cut in it because of all of the adjustments applied over the years, love all your content always enjoy.
Mom wouldn’t let dad use use spoons after he broke a few on us and she thought the mettle spoon was going to far. For us it was all about velocity, the belt baby haha
My Pop used to fold the belt in half and let the metal buckle end go on the swing. The worst result was the wrap around effect that got the inner thighs! Using the buckle was probably borderline child abuse, BUT, I promise I never made the same mistake again!!
@@greggaston6906 yaaaaaaa I think the buckle was a bit much haha
"In the spirit of Pat Mcmanus" One of the reasons I follow your content, I live a few hours from where you grew up and these stories remind me of listening to my dad and uncles growing up, great stuff. You guys really need to think about a "Live from Big Falls" episode
Never ask for a hot wheel track set for Xmas. Those suckers hurt
I am 10 years older Randy,but I can certainly relate to most of the stories. Lots of good laughs
Thanks for watching.
Great stories! Superb lessons!! The physics lesson I learned as a kid was that time travel exists. I could get beat by my dad this week for stuff that my dumb neighborhood friend's mother just found out they did last week when I was somewhere else minding my own business!
Gotta love the way we were raised back in the day! Sure, my butt hurt a few times, along with my pride, but, I would like to think that those "Physics lessons" educated me to be a good man. My Stepfather was very heavy handed. I certainly disagreed with his overactive "Physics" lessons at the time but later realized that I probably deserves @ least %50 or more of those beatings. Having gained some wisdom from age, I literally thanked my (now) X-Stepfather for his applied forces to my ass and other parts of my body as a child. At risk of sounding like my Granddad and an "Old Man" reminiscing of yesteryear, I know very well that the way "things used to be" (in this case physical punishment) WAS the VERY BEST way to raise a Boy into a man. The "New methods" like "Timeout" etc. Are Hogwash, don't work for shit, and result in our communities being full of spoiled, unappreciative, entitled 20 to 40 yr old little boys who expect EVERYTHING to be handed to them without any effort, work, or pain invested to EARN things! Ughh!!! Frustrating!!! Parents, society, and "the law" ALL need to bring back the traditional teachings of physics for children! Lest we be surrounded by a bunch of sniveling, entitled pussies that wouldn't know a good days work if it literally bit them in the ass. Hopefully at least some of today's parents are still teaching boys how to become respectful men? Lastly, I'm not an advocate for undue violence or abuse, but it's pretty apparent that Boys learn much better when disrespect, dishonesty, and selfishness are all met by Parents with super solid belts or Soup spoons! Here's to more bruised butts! Please, I beg ALL parents of today, show your children you love them by sharing some literal ass whippings with them. They WILL thank you later on when they become actual young men!
Our improved tv reception was improved when the power company came through and replaced the poles on our rode and my dad talked them out of one of the old poles and we set in the backyard and ran the pipe another ten feet up past the top so I got to stand on a ladder with a pipe wrench to tune it.
LOL. Good stories, thanks. Good luck and God bless.
I learned about gravity and the theory of chance. My brother and I would shoot field arrows up into the air until they went out of sight. We would then stand around and watch to see where they landed. Unfortunately, I didn’t learn the dangers of such a sport until I was older. No one got hurt, but how dumb could we have been? Still gives me shivers.
Haha 😆 that was great. I even at 38 can relate to most of those stories. We had those wire antennas before dishes came out. We had to pick out switches or whatever we wanted to get whipped by for being bad. Yes never laugh or say it didn’t hurt or you got it again. I had 3 brothers and tons of cousins and we made anything we could get our hands on into weapons.
I can just see all the neighborhood kids of Big Falls being on top of their roofs “changing” the channel at the same time. Yelling over to each other, “Hey Jim!” “Hey Randy”! Looking like the chimney sweeps on Mary Poppins. Haha 😆
Randy you have to at least...at the very least...do one of these a year ,two would be even better. I'm probably 8 or so years older than you but I experienced pretty much the same physics lesson you described. The antenna remote was my job as I was the oldest, while I was raised in the Southeast my experiences were much the same, with one exception, the women used the long handled spatulas instead of the spoon. Keep'em coming for they are great!
The soup spoon story was funny as heck and made alot of sense it makes sense when it applies to hunting aswell man love these shop stories man
Thanks for watching
We could receive 2 channels and both were blurry. Every time the wind blew I had to climb up on the roof of our trailer house and line the antenna up with the tower. Ah the memories! I think we were better off back then.
Keep up the shop stories they are great!
Glad you like them
Where we lived it was much the same. I was the remote when we got tv. I grew up on a farm and our butt was the short route to corrections and with what ever they had handy. I am better for it today. No ment no and you didn't steal from anyone. The rod of correction was in your mind and good manners was required. Today they call it child abuse, I do not just look around and see the difference in kids.
TV antenna adjustment boy. I was that kid back in my home country.
I think mark waits till he see randy out at his garage and starts working 😁
That’s a fact!
Omg you are hilarious, you brought back so many memories, maybe I should be crying lol
Welp. It took me 3 days to watch this video. I'd watch and fall asleep. Not because it was boring, because I was tired. Lol. All I have to say is, this was a hoot to watch.
I can relate. Lol
I loved picking up pellets from the tracks as a kid. Had to have a wrist rocket to be cool back then.
Bravo! Randy that was a fabulous episode. Cheers from Canada 🇨🇦
Glad you enjoyed it
I'm only 12 minutes into this story, and I can tell you Randy Newberg, you grew up in a different time!
The good ol' days
Much better watching you than Bill Nye. I was born in 1970 and I remember the antenna shuffle. Randy, thank you for sharing.
My pleasure!
I learned at an early age about whoopings!
Hence the handle "dirtclod Az."
I was 8 and dad had to replace the clutch in Ford Courier pickup, so I the jack and Jack stand for the transmission while removed and replaced the clutch.
Randy, I believe our Dad’s were brothers….. this brought back some cringe worthy memories for me 😅😂🤣
Brevity is the soul of wit.
We didn't call them city slickers we called them flat landers. Made many slingshot. Used ball bearings from dad's shop. I grew up in a small town here in Oregon. We had our gun's in the truck at school and went hunting when school let out that is if we didn't leave early haha.
Randy, being a Canadian your age, May I say , I think you forgot Don Messier’s Jubilee- a musical show.
But then I never did like that show, so I can’t blame you for forgetting ! Haha
Love your show, what a talent for storytelling/ bullshitting you have !
I learned not to talk back to an adult. I spoke back to my dad once, my mom turned her hand sideways and cut through the air like a stealth bomber and connected right on my kisser. I thought I was the only one being educated with a soup spoon. When the soup spoon wasn’t within reach she used the back of her hand. Lol 😂 we as kids used to pretend to cry as well. Great stories, keep them coming!!!
Oh man… that handyman. I have nightmares of those things almost taking out my teeth changing out tires on farm equipment.
Thanx
How did you get that so right 😂 I grew up the same way
Learned about gravity vs. Speed while trying to clear 6 neighbor friends by jumping over them on my bike ramp. Some of them went home crying with knobby tracks on their shirts.
Grew up like this in the 90s lol
And I learned Randy, that your story telling skills are so good that You should be on The Ed Sullivan Show
RUclips "the bean shooter man". Rufus was a legendary with a slingshot.
You need to tell the story of Jan Maggert sending you for a board stretcher. 😂 Added by John Cody. Gotta be some Elton Stickler too.
I'll add it to the list!
I did the same things as a kid! We only got 4 channels! I was the remote control!!!
Yeti hat on, and Yeti coolers strategically placed all around Randy with the logos clearly visible. Hmmm, I’m thinkin ya might be sponsored by Yeti.
A pipe wrench on your compound bow? Haha, bring it over to my house and we'll mount scope rings with it on my Cooper! 25 inch pounds please :)
🤣🤣😂 Third item in first aid kit... mineral oil! Grandma's cure for everything! If no mineral oil, then prune juice! LOL...these stories sound so familiar! Just imagine the "life knowlege" you will pass on some day if you become a Grandpa! 😂 Newburg physics!