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motortrendz
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I love all that steam punk art. I always wanted to make some out of all old engine parts and old tools
Paul B
NJRC Member
The hardest part is finding vintage "interesting" parts.
The heart of this piece is a Model A Ford carburetor.
This Futuristic airship uses a vintage copper toilet bowl float.
AS does this one.
And this one.
And this one (my favorite)
This was a propane tank
This I cheated on as it is PVC that I painted to look like brass.
I am sure you can recognize the carburetor in this one
The heart of this piece is a Model A Ford carburetor.
This Futuristic airship uses a vintage copper toilet bowl float.
AS does this one.
And this one.
And this one (my favorite)
This was a propane tank
This I cheated on as it is PVC that I painted to look like brass.
I am sure you can recognize the carburetor in this one
Dude so frigging cool u have a heck of an imaginationThe hardest part is finding vintage "interesting" parts.
The heart of this piece is a Model A Ford carburetor.
This Futuristic airship uses a vintage copper toilet bowl float.
AS does this one.
And this one.
And this one (my favorite)
This was a propane tank
This I cheated on as it is PVC that I painted to look like brass.
I am sure you can recognize the carburetor in this one
Paul B
NJRC Member
Paulie, this may be the reason I have an imagination.
This is War story I posted on Reef2Reef in reply to something.
It took a long time to write and it isn't about fish so I would not read it If I were you. But I thought it was interesting to anyone who is interested in War.
Even in the Army, I did my own thing. I was a Sargent in Nam attached to a field artillery battery but I was the only one who was "not" artillery. I was the Commo Chief so when we moved the LZ (which we did 14 times) I set up the communications which were radios that needed antenna's installed and we needed a wire connected to each of the 6 artillery guns so they could aim and fire them.
When we would take incoming (the enemy bombing us) Which happened constantly, I would crawl out there and splice the wires together in the mud so we could fire.
When we took a ground probe (the enemy running out of the jungle in mass to over run us) I would either help on a gun (howitzer) because our guys were getting wounded or killed or I would run to the perimeter to "help" there so the enemy didn't get into our firebase which they did once. It didn't fare to well for them.
But after I got everything running and it didn't seem like we would get attacked I had a friend with a helicopter and We would grab some "Wild Turkey" which I think is bourbon, and fly to different firebases to trade things or meet old friends.
This was all in the jungle as I never came out of it until came home.
I loved flying even though I was in 2 crashes. Not when I was steering ;Bucktooth
My friend taught me how to fly the thing, which is very easy and I did my thing.
Of course I was not supposed to fly it and he was always with me. I also did not know how to start it, take off or land so it was like if you are in a 1969 Oldsmobile Vista Cruiser and someone asks you to steer for a while.
I also couldn't "auto rotate" which you need to know in a war and because he knew how to do that, I am here today.
I once crashed in this little LOH. (Light observation Helicopter) and when the engine stops, for whatever reason, the pilot can make the thing fall very fast, then engage the rotors to allow for a "slower"
landing (crash) Because of PTSD I don't remember the exact cause or result but it must have been fine, because I am here.
PTSD which I didn't realize I had, is a weird thing. In my case it caused a few odd things but one thing it did was cause me to forget traumatic events of the war, which is a good thing.
The VA psychiatrist told me thats where my creativity may have come from as it makes your mind work differently. (Think reverse UG filter) ;Meh
I barely remember that crash or another one involving a much larger Chinook Helicopter, and also Thank God I hardly remember what I did in that battle I was in which was supposed to be the 6th bloodiest battle of either the war or that year. I forget.
I was awarded two Bronze Stars for Valor so at least I hope I wasn't hiding under a sand bag. But I am sure for some of the time, I was.
That 6 hour battle totally eludes me and that memory is just not there except for the very beginning and very end.
I don't know where I was going with this
I did manage to see some red tailed sharks in a bomb crater there, for some stupid reason, I remember that. But those little fish were not to ferocious. Maybe they were but my PTSD removed that too.
I do remember one thing from after the battle. This guy Ed was one of the first injured and his injuries were very severe. So severe that when the medivac helicopter came to take out wounded, we didn't put him on the chopper as we didn't think he would make it and the thing was over loaded.
The pilot said, lets try one more, so we put Ed on. The helicopter, which was a Huey, couldn't take off as it was overweighted.
The pilot yelled for us to lift the skids and run which a bunch of us did. It worked and they flew, barely, over the trees.
He took off and I never heard from him again.
Until about 10 or 15 years ago.
I got a call. It was from Ed. He was in a hospital dying of Agent Orange cancer caused cancer.
He managed to live, get married and have two Daughters.
He wanted to know who saved him and dug him out from under many or our dead GIs.
I knew it was our First Sargent. He was a very tough, black guy almost 7' tall. Actually the toughest guy I have ever met.
Ed told me all he could remember after the blast (which was about 40 tons of artillery shells exploding from a rocket) that all he remembered was being buried and he saw the biggest black guy he had ever seen throwing bodies off him and carrying him to safety.
The guys I served with there are some of the toughest, best people you can ever meet. All great guys
Here is that story about Ed Collins if you are interested. I posted something after this story on there about Ed
ED COLLINS
April 9, 2011, Ed Collins finished his last battle here on earth and passed on to be with our God. Ed Collins was one of my heroes in this life. Ed was the man I told about loading on a chopper th…
we-were-soldiers.com
This is War story I posted on Reef2Reef in reply to something.
It took a long time to write and it isn't about fish so I would not read it If I were you. But I thought it was interesting to anyone who is interested in War.
Even in the Army, I did my own thing. I was a Sargent in Nam attached to a field artillery battery but I was the only one who was "not" artillery. I was the Commo Chief so when we moved the LZ (which we did 14 times) I set up the communications which were radios that needed antenna's installed and we needed a wire connected to each of the 6 artillery guns so they could aim and fire them.
When we would take incoming (the enemy bombing us) Which happened constantly, I would crawl out there and splice the wires together in the mud so we could fire.
When we took a ground probe (the enemy running out of the jungle in mass to over run us) I would either help on a gun (howitzer) because our guys were getting wounded or killed or I would run to the perimeter to "help" there so the enemy didn't get into our firebase which they did once. It didn't fare to well for them.
But after I got everything running and it didn't seem like we would get attacked I had a friend with a helicopter and We would grab some "Wild Turkey" which I think is bourbon, and fly to different firebases to trade things or meet old friends.
This was all in the jungle as I never came out of it until came home.
I loved flying even though I was in 2 crashes. Not when I was steering ;Bucktooth
My friend taught me how to fly the thing, which is very easy and I did my thing.
Of course I was not supposed to fly it and he was always with me. I also did not know how to start it, take off or land so it was like if you are in a 1969 Oldsmobile Vista Cruiser and someone asks you to steer for a while.
I also couldn't "auto rotate" which you need to know in a war and because he knew how to do that, I am here today.
I once crashed in this little LOH. (Light observation Helicopter) and when the engine stops, for whatever reason, the pilot can make the thing fall very fast, then engage the rotors to allow for a "slower"
landing (crash) Because of PTSD I don't remember the exact cause or result but it must have been fine, because I am here.
PTSD which I didn't realize I had, is a weird thing. In my case it caused a few odd things but one thing it did was cause me to forget traumatic events of the war, which is a good thing.
The VA psychiatrist told me thats where my creativity may have come from as it makes your mind work differently. (Think reverse UG filter) ;Meh
I barely remember that crash or another one involving a much larger Chinook Helicopter, and also Thank God I hardly remember what I did in that battle I was in which was supposed to be the 6th bloodiest battle of either the war or that year. I forget.
I was awarded two Bronze Stars for Valor so at least I hope I wasn't hiding under a sand bag.
But I am sure for some of the time, I was.That 6 hour battle totally eludes me and that memory is just not there except for the very beginning and very end.
I don't know where I was going with this
I did manage to see some red tailed sharks in a bomb crater there, for some stupid reason, I remember that. But those little fish were not to ferocious. Maybe they were but my PTSD removed that too.
I do remember one thing from after the battle. This guy Ed was one of the first injured and his injuries were very severe. So severe that when the medivac helicopter came to take out wounded, we didn't put him on the chopper as we didn't think he would make it and the thing was over loaded.
The pilot said, lets try one more, so we put Ed on. The helicopter, which was a Huey, couldn't take off as it was overweighted.
The pilot yelled for us to lift the skids and run which a bunch of us did. It worked and they flew, barely, over the trees.
He took off and I never heard from him again.
Until about 10 or 15 years ago.
I got a call. It was from Ed. He was in a hospital dying of Agent Orange cancer caused cancer.
He managed to live, get married and have two Daughters.
He wanted to know who saved him and dug him out from under many or our dead GIs.
I knew it was our First Sargent. He was a very tough, black guy almost 7' tall. Actually the toughest guy I have ever met.
Ed told me all he could remember after the blast (which was about 40 tons of artillery shells exploding from a rocket) that all he remembered was being buried and he saw the biggest black guy he had ever seen throwing bodies off him and carrying him to safety.
The guys I served with there are some of the toughest, best people you can ever meet. All great guys
Here is that story about Ed Collins if you are interested. I posted something after this story on there about Ed
ED COLLINS
April 9, 2011, Ed Collins finished his last battle here on earth and passed on to be with our God. Ed Collins was one of my heroes in this life. Ed was the man I told about loading on a chopper th…
Honestly Paul I could read these stories all day (and I don’t mean stories like a fiction book) I’ve herd read and seen tons of different movies on the subject of the war, but for some reason your recalls of those times makes it more real ( maybe because I’m hearing it from a person that was actually there protecting our country and helping another simultaneously) have so respect for you and all the men that fought , sacrificed, and gave their lives so me and my family could live our lives without fear. The country owes so much to that generation of soldiers ( and the ones before them) for our freedom and safety. I was very young but remember how those MEN were not given the respect they so rightly deserved. The news and papers plus the doped up protesters condemned and belittled what you and so many others were doing over there,, not realizing that they would not be able to do so if it weren’t for what you all did for us. We’re free today because of all the sacrifices those men made. I consider ALL of them HEROS and if I could I’d hug each and every one of them and say thank you( even as I write this I have a lump in my throat)Paulie, this may be the reason I have an imagination.
This is War story I posted on Reef2Reef in reply to something.
It took a long time to write and it isn't about fish so I would not read it If I were you. But I thought it was interesting to anyone who is interested in War.
Even in the Army, I did my own thing. I was a Sargent in Nam attached to a field artillery battery but I was the only one who was "not" artillery. I was the Commo Chief so when we moved the LZ (which we did 14 times) I set up the communications which were radios that needed antenna's installed and we needed a wire connected to each of the 6 artillery guns so they could aim and fire them.
When we would take incoming (the enemy bombing us) Which happened constantly, I would crawl out there and splice the wires together in the mud so we could fire.
When we took a ground probe (the enemy running out of the jungle in mass to over run us) I would either help on a gun (howitzer) because our guys were getting wounded or killed or I would run to the perimeter to "help" there so the enemy didn't get into our firebase which they did once. It didn't fare to well for them.
But after I got everything running and it didn't seem like we would get attacked I had a friend with a helicopter and We would grab some "Wild Turkey" which I think is bourbon, and fly to different firebases to trade things or meet old friends.
This was all in the jungle as I never came out of it until came home.
I loved flying even though I was in 2 crashes. Not when I was steering ;Bucktooth
My friend taught me how to fly the thing, which is very easy and I did my thing.
Of course I was not supposed to fly it and he was always with me. I also did not know how to start it, take off or land so it was like if you are in a 1969 Oldsmobile Vista Cruiser and someone asks you to steer for a while.
I also couldn't "auto rotate" which you need to know in a war and because he knew how to do that, I am here today.
I once crashed in this little LOH. (Light observation Helicopter) and when the engine stops, for whatever reason, the pilot can make the thing fall very fast, then engage the rotors to allow for a "slower"
landing (crash) Because of PTSD I don't remember the exact cause or result but it must have been fine, because I am here.
PTSD which I didn't realize I had, is a weird thing. In my case it caused a few odd things but one thing it did was cause me to forget traumatic events of the war, which is a good thing.
The VA psychiatrist told me thats where my creativity may have come from as it makes your mind work differently. (Think reverse UG filter) ;Meh
I barely remember that crash or another one involving a much larger Chinook Helicopter, and also Thank God I hardly remember what I did in that battle I was in which was supposed to be the 6th bloodiest battle of either the war or that year. I forget.
I was awarded two Bronze Stars for Valor so at least I hope I wasn't hiding under a sand bag.
That 6 hour battle totally eludes me and that memory is just not there except for the very beginning and very end.
I don't know where I was going with this
I did manage to see some red tailed sharks in a bomb crater there, for some stupid reason, I remember that. But those little fish were not to ferocious. Maybe they were but my PTSD removed that too.
I do remember one thing from after the battle. This guy Ed was one of the first injured and his injuries were very severe. So severe that when the medivac helicopter came to take out wounded, we didn't put him on the chopper as we didn't think he would make it and the thing was over loaded.
The pilot said, lets try one more, so we put Ed on. The helicopter, which was a Huey, couldn't take off as it was overweighted.
The pilot yelled for us to lift the skids and run which a bunch of us did. It worked and they flew, barely, over the trees.
He took off and I never heard from him again.
Until about 10 or 15 years ago.
I got a call. It was from Ed. He was in a hospital dying of Agent Orange cancer caused cancer.
He managed to live, get married and have two Daughters.
He wanted to know who saved him and dug him out from under many or our dead GIs.
I knew it was our First Sargent. He was a very tough, black guy almost 7' tall. Actually the toughest guy I have ever met.
Ed told me all he could remember after the blast (which was about 40 tons of artillery shells exploding from a rocket) that all he remembered was being buried and he saw the biggest black guy he had ever seen throwing bodies off him and carrying him to safety.
The guys I served with there are some of the toughest, best people you can ever meet. All great guys
Here is that story about Ed Collins if you are interested. I posted something after this story on there about Ed
ED COLLINS
April 9, 2011, Ed Collins finished his last battle here on earth and passed on to be with our God. Ed Collins was one of my heroes in this life. Ed was the man I told about loading on a chopper th…
we-were-soldiers.com
Please never stop telling these memories, some of which I’m sure are hard to live with so that this generation of people will remember they wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for what you MEN did back then
Thank you so much for everything you and others perished thru so people like me could live in safer times. Never forget!!!
I wouldn’t have this family if you soldier’s didn’t do what you did
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Paul B
NJRC Member
Thank you Paulie, that means a lot to me and others.
I think that way about all the WW2 Hero's who are almost forgotten about now especially by the young generation who are more enthralled with their cell phones.
That night we lost about fifty of us out of maybe 150-200, I am not sure. Who knows how different the world would have been if they had lived. Maybe one of them would be President, cure cancer or, like you, mature, become a good hard working person and have a great family.
That opportunity is lost to them and any family they may have started so, unfortunately all we can do is remember them with Honor.
I was "lucky" that night because I just got to that firebase Illingworth 10 days before we got hit so I didn't really have any close friends there yet.
I can tell you another story that is not bloody.
My Captain who is now a retired Brigadier General became good friends and still keep in touch. He tells me stories about those days because he remembers everything and I don't remember what I fed my white worms last night.
He was not in that battle but replaced my Captain right after the battle. That Captain, Captain Laidig was relieved the next day due to Battle Fatigue which is called something else now. (He recently died from Agent Orange related cancer, his wife called me to ask what he did during the battle and how the guys felt about him)
Anyway. My Capt tells me that we were supposed to go on a raid to a village. I don't know why but it was a dirt road, (like all roads there) and we were going in some trucks.
I was supposed to ride shotgun on top of one of the trucks and I had an (I think) M 79 rifle which was an M-16 with a grenade launcher barrel under it and I had it filled with large buckshot.
The Captain told the Duster driver (like a small tank, with two anti aircraft guns mounted on top) To lead the way through the jungle.
The Duster driver told him, " I am a Duster driver, not a mine detector". So my Captain says, OK, then me and Sgt Baldassano will lead. Great.
I also didn't think of myself as a mine detector so instead of this big, steel tracked mini tank leading, I am leading in a tin Ford Jeep.
I wasn't sure if the 100,000 mile warranty covered mines.
So we head out and being it was monsoon season it was pouring. When I say pouring, if you have never experienced monsoons it is kind of like looking through sheet metal. Not cheap Chinese sheet metal, I mean the stuff they make Mack Truck hoods out of.
We had to wear goggles because the Jeep was kicking up so much mud we were covered.
He told them to follow us and call us on the radio if they made contact with the enemy.
WE were driving for a while and I turned around and noticed, there was no one behind us. We called on the radio but the rain was so loud we could hardly hear.
It seems they took some fire and stopped to return fire but didn't think to tell us.
We turned around to re trace our steps but the road was flooded and we couldn't tell how we came.
We told them to shoot some Alume. (flares) up in the sky with the duster.
After a lot of alume we found them and eventually made it to our destination.
We were there a while and we heard some shots from the entrance gate. (This was a village of sorts)
I told the Capt I would (stupidly) check it out.
Capt Bilo told me he didn't know what happened to me but I came back carrying a duck.
This became my best friend DukDuk.
He stayed with me until I left and would not leave my side. If I walked away, he ran after me and sat sown in front of me.
If I flew, He jumped on my lap and tried to flap his winds which I had to hold down. DukDuk couldn't fly 6"
When I slept, he slept with his head on my shoulder and all night he would say, very quietly "quack, quack'
When it started to get light he would put his bill in my ear and scream Quack Quack until I got up to feed him.
I realy miss DukDuk.
My friends never heard these stories, I don't think as it was so long ago.
I think that way about all the WW2 Hero's who are almost forgotten about now especially by the young generation who are more enthralled with their cell phones.
That night we lost about fifty of us out of maybe 150-200, I am not sure. Who knows how different the world would have been if they had lived. Maybe one of them would be President, cure cancer or, like you, mature, become a good hard working person and have a great family.
That opportunity is lost to them and any family they may have started so, unfortunately all we can do is remember them with Honor.
I was "lucky" that night because I just got to that firebase Illingworth 10 days before we got hit so I didn't really have any close friends there yet.
I can tell you another story that is not bloody.
My Captain who is now a retired Brigadier General became good friends and still keep in touch. He tells me stories about those days because he remembers everything and I don't remember what I fed my white worms last night.
He was not in that battle but replaced my Captain right after the battle. That Captain, Captain Laidig was relieved the next day due to Battle Fatigue which is called something else now. (He recently died from Agent Orange related cancer, his wife called me to ask what he did during the battle and how the guys felt about him)
Anyway. My Capt tells me that we were supposed to go on a raid to a village. I don't know why but it was a dirt road, (like all roads there) and we were going in some trucks.
I was supposed to ride shotgun on top of one of the trucks and I had an (I think) M 79 rifle which was an M-16 with a grenade launcher barrel under it and I had it filled with large buckshot.
The Captain told the Duster driver (like a small tank, with two anti aircraft guns mounted on top) To lead the way through the jungle.
The Duster driver told him, " I am a Duster driver, not a mine detector". So my Captain says, OK, then me and Sgt Baldassano will lead. Great.
I also didn't think of myself as a mine detector so instead of this big, steel tracked mini tank leading, I am leading in a tin Ford Jeep.
I wasn't sure if the 100,000 mile warranty covered mines.
So we head out and being it was monsoon season it was pouring. When I say pouring, if you have never experienced monsoons it is kind of like looking through sheet metal. Not cheap Chinese sheet metal, I mean the stuff they make Mack Truck hoods out of.
We had to wear goggles because the Jeep was kicking up so much mud we were covered.
He told them to follow us and call us on the radio if they made contact with the enemy.
WE were driving for a while and I turned around and noticed, there was no one behind us. We called on the radio but the rain was so loud we could hardly hear.
It seems they took some fire and stopped to return fire but didn't think to tell us.
We turned around to re trace our steps but the road was flooded and we couldn't tell how we came.
We told them to shoot some Alume. (flares) up in the sky with the duster.
After a lot of alume we found them and eventually made it to our destination.
We were there a while and we heard some shots from the entrance gate. (This was a village of sorts)
I told the Capt I would (stupidly) check it out.
Capt Bilo told me he didn't know what happened to me but I came back carrying a duck.
This became my best friend DukDuk.
He stayed with me until I left and would not leave my side. If I walked away, he ran after me and sat sown in front of me.
If I flew, He jumped on my lap and tried to flap his winds which I had to hold down. DukDuk couldn't fly 6"
When I slept, he slept with his head on my shoulder and all night he would say, very quietly "quack, quack'
When it started to get light he would put his bill in my ear and scream Quack Quack until I got up to feed him.
I realy miss DukDuk.
My friends never heard these stories, I don't think as it was so long ago.
Weird how a simple duck would give u comfort in a time like that, but I guess with all the fighting and death all around you that little creature reminded you of love and a feeling of some sort of sanity in a difficult time and place. When I was in prison ( I was a pot broker) I had a little mouse to hang out with the time I spent 90 days in the hole, 8x4 room no window or anything else, that little guy kept me from losing my mind and when I got out of the hole I took him with me, I called him GeorgeThank you Paulie, that means a lot to me and others.
I think that way about all the WW2 Hero's who are almost forgotten about now especially by the young generation who are more enthralled with their cell phones.
That night we lost about fifty of us out of maybe 150-200, I am not sure. Who knows how different the world would have been if they had lived. Maybe one of them would be President, cure cancer or, like you, mature, become a good hard working person and have a great family.
That opportunity is lost to them and any family they may have started so, unfortunately all we can do is remember them with Honor.
I was "lucky" that night because I just got to that firebase Illingworth 10 days before we got hit so I didn't really have any close friends there yet.
I can tell you another story that is not bloody.
My Captain who is now a retired Brigadier General became good friends and still keep in touch. He tells me stories about those days because he remembers everything and I don't remember what I fed my white worms last night.
He was not in that battle but replaced my Captain right after the battle. That Captain, Captain Laidig was relieved the next day due to Battle Fatigue which is called something else now. (He recently died from Agent Orange related cancer, his wife called me to ask what he did during the battle and how the guys felt about him)
Anyway. My Capt tells me that we were supposed to go on a raid to a village. I don't know why but it was a dirt road, (like all roads there) and we were going in some trucks.
I was supposed to ride shotgun on top of one of the trucks and I had an (I think) M 79 rifle which was an M-16 with a grenade launcher barrel under it and I had it filled with large buckshot.
The Captain told the Duster driver (like a small tank, with two anti aircraft guns mounted on top) To lead the way through the jungle.
The Duster driver told him, " I am a Duster driver, not a mine detector". So my Captain says, OK, then me and Sgt Baldassano will lead. Great.
I also didn't think of myself as a mine detector so instead of this big, steel tracked mini tank leading, I am leading in a tin Ford Jeep.
I wasn't sure if the 100,000 mile warranty covered mines.
So we head out and being it was monsoon season it was pouring. When I say pouring, if you have never experienced monsoons it is kind of like looking through sheet metal. Not cheap Chinese sheet metal, I mean the stuff they make Mack Truck hoods out of.
We had to wear goggles because the Jeep was kicking up so much mud we were covered.
He told them to follow us and call us on the radio if they made contact with the enemy.
WE were driving for a while and I turned around and noticed, there was no one behind us. We called on the radio but the rain was so loud we could hardly hear.
It seems they took some fire and stopped to return fire but didn't think to tell us.
We turned around to re trace our steps but the road was flooded and we couldn't tell how we came.
We told them to shoot some Alume. (flares) up in the sky with the duster.
After a lot of alume we found them and eventually made it to our destination.
We were there a while and we heard some shots from the entrance gate. (This was a village of sorts)
I told the Capt I would (stupidly) check it out.
Capt Bilo told me he didn't know what happened to me but I came back carrying a duck.
This became my best friend DukDuk.
He stayed with me until I left and would not leave my side. If I walked away, he ran after me and sat sown in front of me.
If I flew, He jumped on my lap and tried to flap his winds which I had to hold down. DukDuk couldn't fly 6"
When I slept, he slept with his head on my shoulder and all night he would say, very quietly "quack, quack'
When it started to get light he would put his bill in my ear and scream Quack Quack until I got up to feed him.
I realy miss DukDuk.
My friends never heard these stories, I don't think as it was so long ago.
Paul B
NJRC Member
Last week I put in another Sunburst Anthius and I haven't seen hyde nor hair of him. I searched every day behind and under the rocks even at night with a flashlight and still couldn't find him.
I looked at the screens on the powerheads and all over under the tank on the floor. Still couldn't find him.
That is until now. I fed a bunch of live white worms and he came out to say hello. I don't know where he was hiding but I have a lot of fish that do that. Probably half my fish I rarely see.
But this one is happy and healthy and I will get another one this Sunday I hope. Really nice fish.
I looked at the screens on the powerheads and all over under the tank on the floor. Still couldn't find him.
That is until now. I fed a bunch of live white worms and he came out to say hello. I don't know where he was hiding but I have a lot of fish that do that. Probably half my fish I rarely see.
But this one is happy and healthy and I will get another one this Sunday I hope. Really nice fish.
By the looks of that machinery I can see where you’ve got some of your wild ideas from to build your steam punk art
Yes I have seen the green mile many many times actually I have it on DVD
Paul B
NJRC Member
Tonight I got the first good look at one of my Gecko Gobies. They have been in my tank over a year and I have never seen the entire fish as they are always hiding in a cave where they live.
I have an enormous supply of white worms now and I shoot a bunch in the back of the tank. I looked through the algae overgrown back glass and saw one of them sucking up worms.
They are one of the best looking fish I have ever seen, I just wish they would come out at least every 6 months or so.
I have an enormous supply of white worms now and I shoot a bunch in the back of the tank. I looked through the algae overgrown back glass and saw one of them sucking up worms.
They are one of the best looking fish I have ever seen, I just wish they would come out at least every 6 months or so.
Very nice I hope you enjoy them I would be happy to hook you up anytime all u need to do is askPaulie, we made the rest of those delicious clams tonight.
I’m glad you enjoyed themThanks. But Thank God I live on an Island with a few good seafood wholesalers.
But those little clams you gave me are my favorite.
We got two good meals out of them and still have leftovers for tomorrow.
Paul B
NJRC Member
I just went to an LFS here who promised me copperbands, male mandarin, male bluestripe pipefish etc and You know what I got? Nothing. Zippo.
He had tangs, damsels, very common, boring stuff that everyone has.
Then a friend of mine told me of a brand new store near my wife's Doctor so we went there.
The place is very new and clean. A beautiful store that I would like to live in, but the same boring stuff.
This place is also more expensive but not out of sight.
He charges $49.00 for a copperband (if he had one) and the other guy charges $29.00 (if he had them)
This place also gets in fish every 3 weeks which is weird, but they quarantine them for 2 weeks before they sell them.
I asked the Mgr. if I could get the fish before he quarantines them. I will even pay more for them. They are going to let me know by E Mail so I will see how that works out.
He had tangs, damsels, very common, boring stuff that everyone has.
Then a friend of mine told me of a brand new store near my wife's Doctor so we went there.
The place is very new and clean. A beautiful store that I would like to live in, but the same boring stuff.
This place is also more expensive but not out of sight.
He charges $49.00 for a copperband (if he had one) and the other guy charges $29.00 (if he had them)
This place also gets in fish every 3 weeks which is weird, but they quarantine them for 2 weeks before they sell them.
I asked the Mgr. if I could get the fish before he quarantines them. I will even pay more for them. They are going to let me know by E Mail so I will see how that works out.
Paul B
NJRC Member
The LFS I went to the other day didn't have any copperbands but they did have 2 long nose butterflies which I like almost as much as copperbands and I almost bought one as they were only $29.00.
But they just had too many gill parasites which doesn't bother me but there comes a point when there are just to many parasites and the fish may not make it into a healthy tank before they croak. Maybe even in the bag on the ride home so I passed on those.
And sometimes copperbands don't get along with long nose butterflies so If I get one of those I may not be able to put in the copperband which I still hope to get this or next week.
I just thought of another Viet Nam story.
After that battle of Firebase Illingworth (which you can Google if you like) there wasn't enough of us left to secure the place but Life or Time magazine was coming out to take pictures and they couldn't have all these "offensive" sights around so they sent out Vietnamese girls to fill sand bags to cover the bloody sand bags. They also gave us clean uniforms, boots, helmets, haircuts and planted flowers. (no Really) so it looked like we just had a day in the park.
They also air lifted out two huge bulldozers to push away all the bloody dirt and put new soil around the firebase.
It was Surreal.
Anyway, they sent us for a 3 day "stand down" to "relieve our tension" as the only thing we had was aspirins and it wasn't working. There wasn't that many of us left that were not wounded much and I was one of those.
So they fly us to this place that was surrounded by barbed wire and took away our weapons. There was no place to sit or sleep but they pushed in trailers of hot beer. (all beer, if you could get it, usually from the air force was hot as there was never any electricity, running water, roof, walls or reef tanks) I don't remember if they gave us food but if they did, it was C Rations.
They also had a few young Vietnamese girls behind very high barbed wire singing rock music even though they didn't know a word of English.
There were many fights and a lot of screaming but it got out our frustrations. I think they do it a little differently now.
After 3 days they gave us our weapons back and we all went to where we were going which in my case was another LZ or firebase to do the same thing all over again.
Here is the General a day or two after the Battle giving me a Bronze Star. I think he was the Cav Commander as I was in the First Cavalry Division. The picture is faded because it was a Polaroid picture fifty years ago and I carried around for a year there. I look like a basic trainee with my new clothes.
But they just had too many gill parasites which doesn't bother me but there comes a point when there are just to many parasites and the fish may not make it into a healthy tank before they croak. Maybe even in the bag on the ride home so I passed on those.
And sometimes copperbands don't get along with long nose butterflies so If I get one of those I may not be able to put in the copperband which I still hope to get this or next week.
I just thought of another Viet Nam story.
After that battle of Firebase Illingworth (which you can Google if you like) there wasn't enough of us left to secure the place but Life or Time magazine was coming out to take pictures and they couldn't have all these "offensive" sights around so they sent out Vietnamese girls to fill sand bags to cover the bloody sand bags. They also gave us clean uniforms, boots, helmets, haircuts and planted flowers. (no Really) so it looked like we just had a day in the park.
They also air lifted out two huge bulldozers to push away all the bloody dirt and put new soil around the firebase.
It was Surreal.
Anyway, they sent us for a 3 day "stand down" to "relieve our tension" as the only thing we had was aspirins and it wasn't working. There wasn't that many of us left that were not wounded much and I was one of those.
So they fly us to this place that was surrounded by barbed wire and took away our weapons. There was no place to sit or sleep but they pushed in trailers of hot beer. (all beer, if you could get it, usually from the air force was hot as there was never any electricity, running water, roof, walls or reef tanks) I don't remember if they gave us food but if they did, it was C Rations.
They also had a few young Vietnamese girls behind very high barbed wire singing rock music even though they didn't know a word of English.
There were many fights and a lot of screaming but it got out our frustrations. I think they do it a little differently now.
After 3 days they gave us our weapons back and we all went to where we were going which in my case was another LZ or firebase to do the same thing all over again.
Here is the General a day or two after the Battle giving me a Bronze Star. I think he was the Cav Commander as I was in the First Cavalry Division. The picture is faded because it was a Polaroid picture fifty years ago and I carried around for a year there. I look like a basic trainee with my new clothes.
I know you didn’t do what you did over there for awards and medals but you were over there fighting for a good cause because it was the right thing to do but there is no denying how proud you must have felt receiving the bronze star maybe not at the moment but I’m sure now as you sit back and reflect upon it I for one am proud for you and again can’t say it enough times thank you for what you guys did over thereThe LFS I went to the other day didn't have any copperbands but they did have 2 long nose butterflies which I like almost as much as copperbands and I almost bought one as they were only $29.00.
But they just had too many gill parasites which doesn't bother me but there comes a point when there are just to many parasites and the fish may not make it into a healthy tank before they croak. Maybe even in the bag on the ride home so I passed on those.
And sometimes copperbands don't get along with long nose butterflies so If I get one of those I may not be able to put in the copperband which I still hope to get this or next week.
I just thought of another Viet Nam story.
After that battle of Firebase Illingworth (which you can Google if you like) there wasn't enough of us left to secure the place but Life or Time magazine was coming out to take pictures and they couldn't have all these "offensive" sights around so they sent out Vietnamese girls to fill sand bags to cover the bloody sand bags. They also gave us clean uniforms, boots, helmets, haircuts and planted flowers. (no Really) so it looked like we just had a day in the park.
They also air lifted out two huge bulldozers to push away all the bloody dirt and put new soil around the firebase.
It was Surreal.
Anyway, they sent us for a 3 day "stand down" to "relieve our tension" as the only thing we had was aspirins and it wasn't working. There wasn't that many of us left that were not wounded much and I was one of those.
So they fly us to this place that was surrounded by barbed wire and took away our weapons. There was no place to sit or sleep but they pushed in trailers of hot beer. (all beer, if you could get it, usually from the air force was hot as there was never any electricity, running water, roof, walls or reef tanks) I don't remember if they gave us food but if they did, it was C Rations.
They also had a few young Vietnamese girls behind very high barbed wire singing rock music even though they didn't know a word of English.
There were many fights and a lot of screaming but it got out our frustrations. I think they do it a little differently now.
After 3 days they gave us our weapons back and we all went to where we were going which in my case was another LZ or firebase to do the same thing all over again.
Here is the General a day or two after the Battle giving me a Bronze Star. I think he was the Cav Commander as I was in the First Cavalry Division. The picture is faded because it was a Polaroid picture fifty years ago and I carried around for a year there. I look like a basic trainee with my new clothes.