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This dude is like 87 and has severe palsy. I'm talking shaking like my wife after I've rode her right and dripping saliva all the time. Him dripping saliva, not her. Well sometimes her... but I digress.
Doesn't bother me at all and really, I hardly notice. I've know him for 15 or so years since before he was afflicted.
He's 100% country badass. Hunts and fishes and makes all his own lures and such. His wife was state bow champion twice.
So today his wife Mona comes banging on my door. She's says "Chesters down out back". She isn't frantic, more like, that stubborn old bastard has gone and done it again.
What I liked was she knew she didn't have to ask for help, just appraise me of the situation. We've always been tight like that.
Chester was melting lead to make sinkers.
Yes, melting lead.
Yes, to make sinkers.
What are they, a dollar for fifty sinkers at walmart?!
Anyway, he was tangled in a chair and had been laying there for 15 minutes refusing to call for help out of pride but his wife busted him. I try to get him up but the old bastard is also trying to get up on his own and pushing against me so hard we both go down. This is when he decides to warn me of the molten metal brewing about 6" away.
"Watch the lead boy" He says. Never mind that I'm 48 and I have no idea what he is referring to since I don't melt lead for sinkers.
So I get him into a chair and the neighborhood starts arriving to help because they saw me running and knew, if I was at a speed above stride, it must be an emergency.
He rested in a chair and insisted he didn't really need help and he's all good again.
Truthfully though, it's so sad to see a man who can do so much lose control of his best tools. Not being able to work will be the death of him, not the disease.
But he is a crazy old bastard anyways.
Doesn't bother me at all and really, I hardly notice. I've know him for 15 or so years since before he was afflicted.
He's 100% country badass. Hunts and fishes and makes all his own lures and such. His wife was state bow champion twice.
So today his wife Mona comes banging on my door. She's says "Chesters down out back". She isn't frantic, more like, that stubborn old bastard has gone and done it again.
What I liked was she knew she didn't have to ask for help, just appraise me of the situation. We've always been tight like that.
Chester was melting lead to make sinkers.
Yes, melting lead.
Yes, to make sinkers.
What are they, a dollar for fifty sinkers at walmart?!
Anyway, he was tangled in a chair and had been laying there for 15 minutes refusing to call for help out of pride but his wife busted him. I try to get him up but the old bastard is also trying to get up on his own and pushing against me so hard we both go down. This is when he decides to warn me of the molten metal brewing about 6" away.
"Watch the lead boy" He says. Never mind that I'm 48 and I have no idea what he is referring to since I don't melt lead for sinkers.
So I get him into a chair and the neighborhood starts arriving to help because they saw me running and knew, if I was at a speed above stride, it must be an emergency.
He rested in a chair and insisted he didn't really need help and he's all good again.
Truthfully though, it's so sad to see a man who can do so much lose control of his best tools. Not being able to work will be the death of him, not the disease.
But he is a crazy old bastard anyways.
