Hello Gentlemen
In 1983 my Dad graduates high school from a little town called Buhl in Southern Idaho. He had been with the same gal and they decided to stick it out for the long run and she got him a gift on the 1 year anniversary.
Sometime during the winter of 1983 my Dad was helping an old rancher and seen a 1972 K5 in the barn. My Dad asked the rancher who it belonged because it was dusty and you could tell it rarely seen the road. Rancher said he bought it for his daughter to tow her horse trailer but eventually she hung up the saddle. Anyhow after that my Dad couldnt get over it and eventually it was in his driveway thanks to my mom. All 4 of us kids were raised in that truck. Hunting in the Fall or top off in the Summer. If you flip through our old picture albums you’ll see an occasional cameo of the truck in the background. At the time my Dads other car was a LeMans, thats still in the family too this day! Not a clone either and man he’d take that personal
Anyhow eventually we ended up moving out of Idaho when I was 7 and went to Alaska. To this day I dont know why we left but it felt like a “get out of Dodge” thing because we left everything behind including the Blazer. Fast forward 10 years and I came back to Idaho for about a year. The heat and winter had taken its toll on the body. I put some fluids on top of the pistons, rolled it over by hand and after a little tinkering she fire! I happily drove that thing for that time back in Idaho. I went back to Alaska and didn’t come back to Idaho for about 4 years and even then I wasnt tied down to any one place because Halliburton moving me around and then I found a hone as a roughneck for Nabors Drilling ND. At the time my Dad lost both of his parents and he moved back to the farm where he was born and raised in Southern Idaho.
February 2015 my tool pusher calls and gives the bad news that I seen coming, OPEC was washing the market and rigs were stacking out so I started conserving for about my last year of my time kn the rigs. I knew I would be one of the first to go, I started out on the rig floor making connections, cleaning etc and made Motorman after about 7 months over guys who had been on floors for 3 years. I worked over a lot and the people liked me, my drillers and pushers were cool with me but I knew the floor hands who had been there for several years were salty af.
I linked up with my Dad and we spent practically every minute of each day together. We redid the plumbing on a buddies house and remodeled a bathroom for him but nothing would pay enough for me to keep my chin about the water but I was having a lot of fun with my puppy Austin and my Dad.
Well I sold my LLY and held onto my LMM and sold my RZR and basically all my sh*t. I had good money bills and about 7 months worth of money saved up to pay them if needed. Well that didnt happen instead I paid for a funeral.
March 1st my Dad and my Aunt came to church with me and left early because my Dad didnt feel well. I didnt think anything of it, he’s tough af. I called the farm that night and my aunt said he went to bed early. I told her that if he didnt feel better in the morning, to tell him I’ll braze all the copper pipe for the shower we were doing in my buddies house.
I wake up the next morning, braze the shower. Go to town and get the worst phone call of my entire life. I did his services the way i thought he’d want them, flannels and boots and beer.
Its been 3 years since that and its time to make it my own for my kids to grow in. Shes hammered af but give it a few years and there wont be another like it!
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In 1983 my Dad graduates high school from a little town called Buhl in Southern Idaho. He had been with the same gal and they decided to stick it out for the long run and she got him a gift on the 1 year anniversary.
Sometime during the winter of 1983 my Dad was helping an old rancher and seen a 1972 K5 in the barn. My Dad asked the rancher who it belonged because it was dusty and you could tell it rarely seen the road. Rancher said he bought it for his daughter to tow her horse trailer but eventually she hung up the saddle. Anyhow after that my Dad couldnt get over it and eventually it was in his driveway thanks to my mom. All 4 of us kids were raised in that truck. Hunting in the Fall or top off in the Summer. If you flip through our old picture albums you’ll see an occasional cameo of the truck in the background. At the time my Dads other car was a LeMans, thats still in the family too this day! Not a clone either and man he’d take that personal
Anyhow eventually we ended up moving out of Idaho when I was 7 and went to Alaska. To this day I dont know why we left but it felt like a “get out of Dodge” thing because we left everything behind including the Blazer. Fast forward 10 years and I came back to Idaho for about a year. The heat and winter had taken its toll on the body. I put some fluids on top of the pistons, rolled it over by hand and after a little tinkering she fire! I happily drove that thing for that time back in Idaho. I went back to Alaska and didn’t come back to Idaho for about 4 years and even then I wasnt tied down to any one place because Halliburton moving me around and then I found a hone as a roughneck for Nabors Drilling ND. At the time my Dad lost both of his parents and he moved back to the farm where he was born and raised in Southern Idaho.
February 2015 my tool pusher calls and gives the bad news that I seen coming, OPEC was washing the market and rigs were stacking out so I started conserving for about my last year of my time kn the rigs. I knew I would be one of the first to go, I started out on the rig floor making connections, cleaning etc and made Motorman after about 7 months over guys who had been on floors for 3 years. I worked over a lot and the people liked me, my drillers and pushers were cool with me but I knew the floor hands who had been there for several years were salty af.
I linked up with my Dad and we spent practically every minute of each day together. We redid the plumbing on a buddies house and remodeled a bathroom for him but nothing would pay enough for me to keep my chin about the water but I was having a lot of fun with my puppy Austin and my Dad.
Well I sold my LLY and held onto my LMM and sold my RZR and basically all my sh*t. I had good money bills and about 7 months worth of money saved up to pay them if needed. Well that didnt happen instead I paid for a funeral.
March 1st my Dad and my Aunt came to church with me and left early because my Dad didnt feel well. I didnt think anything of it, he’s tough af. I called the farm that night and my aunt said he went to bed early. I told her that if he didnt feel better in the morning, to tell him I’ll braze all the copper pipe for the shower we were doing in my buddies house.
I wake up the next morning, braze the shower. Go to town and get the worst phone call of my entire life. I did his services the way i thought he’d want them, flannels and boots and beer.
Its been 3 years since that and its time to make it my own for my kids to grow in. Shes hammered af but give it a few years and there wont be another like it!
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