cudaspaz
Well-Known Member
I just saw another post that jogged my memory of a weird experience.
I needed some dog dish hubcaps for my 74 Valiant years back and I remembered that the old guy down at the end of the farm road had some old Mopars in his field.
This guy was kina strange and used to come up to our farm when his cows got loose and he would shoot them with rubber bulletts to get them home.
I remember it was mid March there in western Pa and the snow was pretty deep and frozen solid, but it was one of those pretty odd warm days.
I knocked on his door and told old Mr. Turak that I was so and so's son in law and I was looking for some dog dish hub caps.
He agreed to let me look around and followed me into the field.
Guys, he had a whole hillside full of old early 60's valiants, barracuda's, some 67 and up darts, valiants, dusters,one delapitated Demon, a few dart wagons, a couple fury's, and even some C-bodies.
Since I was young and not really into alot of those cars I just wanted some dog dishes so he pointed me to a car that had some.
I now forget exactly what the car was and for good reason.
Right as I rounded the corner of the car he told me "Now don't pay any mind to that dead cow right there, it died a couple months ago and is frozen solid!"
What an eye opener!
The cow was half sticking out of the frozen snow and just had enough smell to eminate in the air without being totally disgusting.
Just like a hard math problem on a test, I decided to get to the hub caps on the side the cow was on (the harder one).
The cows body was literally right up against the front hub cap.
I pried the cap loose at the top with a tire iron, but the cows frozen body would not budge or give me enough room to remove the hub cap, but I had to stand on the cow to attempt the job.
Mr. Turack was watching intently and told me he would be right back.
I decided to remove the rest of the hub caps while he was gone, then my mind started racing as I waited as to what exactly he was going to bring to get this hub cap off, or was he just off getting another hub cap.
After about ten minutes go by, here he comes walking up the hill with a chain saw...yep, a freaking chain saw, and a face mask.
I'm thinking, "No freaking way."......yep, he fired it up and told me to back away.
He proceeded to cut a small square in the frozen cow, just enough to make room to remove the hub cap.
Needless to say, the smell got much worse and the scene was pretty freaky, but my stomach held up as I tried to justify this as an appropriate redneck way to get something done.
He proudly handed me the hubcap after he blew some of the "debris" off of it, and said "All you need is the right tool for the job."
I raised my eyebrows in disbelief and said "Thanks" and looked at him like an alien space ship just landed on his head.
He told me to come back if I ever needed anything else since he had to get rid of all the cars soon.
Turns out, that in the spring, I saw a flat bed wrecker coming and going up and down the road for days until all the cars were gone.
I went down there to ask if I could buy any of the cars, and his wife said the old man died and all the cars were sold to a scrap yard.
He must have had about 20 or so early 60's Valiants in there.
I needed some dog dish hubcaps for my 74 Valiant years back and I remembered that the old guy down at the end of the farm road had some old Mopars in his field.
This guy was kina strange and used to come up to our farm when his cows got loose and he would shoot them with rubber bulletts to get them home.
I remember it was mid March there in western Pa and the snow was pretty deep and frozen solid, but it was one of those pretty odd warm days.
I knocked on his door and told old Mr. Turak that I was so and so's son in law and I was looking for some dog dish hub caps.
He agreed to let me look around and followed me into the field.
Guys, he had a whole hillside full of old early 60's valiants, barracuda's, some 67 and up darts, valiants, dusters,one delapitated Demon, a few dart wagons, a couple fury's, and even some C-bodies.
Since I was young and not really into alot of those cars I just wanted some dog dishes so he pointed me to a car that had some.
I now forget exactly what the car was and for good reason.
Right as I rounded the corner of the car he told me "Now don't pay any mind to that dead cow right there, it died a couple months ago and is frozen solid!"
What an eye opener!
The cow was half sticking out of the frozen snow and just had enough smell to eminate in the air without being totally disgusting.
Just like a hard math problem on a test, I decided to get to the hub caps on the side the cow was on (the harder one).
The cows body was literally right up against the front hub cap.
I pried the cap loose at the top with a tire iron, but the cows frozen body would not budge or give me enough room to remove the hub cap, but I had to stand on the cow to attempt the job.
Mr. Turack was watching intently and told me he would be right back.
I decided to remove the rest of the hub caps while he was gone, then my mind started racing as I waited as to what exactly he was going to bring to get this hub cap off, or was he just off getting another hub cap.
After about ten minutes go by, here he comes walking up the hill with a chain saw...yep, a freaking chain saw, and a face mask.
I'm thinking, "No freaking way."......yep, he fired it up and told me to back away.
He proceeded to cut a small square in the frozen cow, just enough to make room to remove the hub cap.
Needless to say, the smell got much worse and the scene was pretty freaky, but my stomach held up as I tried to justify this as an appropriate redneck way to get something done.
He proudly handed me the hubcap after he blew some of the "debris" off of it, and said "All you need is the right tool for the job."
I raised my eyebrows in disbelief and said "Thanks" and looked at him like an alien space ship just landed on his head.
He told me to come back if I ever needed anything else since he had to get rid of all the cars soon.
Turns out, that in the spring, I saw a flat bed wrecker coming and going up and down the road for days until all the cars were gone.
I went down there to ask if I could buy any of the cars, and his wife said the old man died and all the cars were sold to a scrap yard.
He must have had about 20 or so early 60's Valiants in there.
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