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But it's harmless [emoji2]Spraying something, agent orange maybe,,,
Spraying something, agent orange maybe,,,
But it's harmless [emoji2]
My grandpa that was in Vietnam War always told by his higher ups that agent orange and all the other chemicals sprayed in the jungle were fine. Needless to say it haunted him later on in his life.Yeah, that's what they told the troops... Until they started to have kids born w/o knuckles and such.
I would definitely consider yourself lucky so far. Sounds like you were exposed to it quite a bit.I was soaked with 2,4,-D and 2,4,5,-T (when mixed are called "Agent Orange", a Dow Company cocktail) -during 1964- 1965 quite a bit. The mist felt good on the skin on hot days.
It did smell good in an odd kind of way. I guess some of us were less susceptible than others, haven't had any unexpected health issues.
The last time I saw a doctor was in 2003 for injuries from a car accident. Knock on plastic.
Probably doing some insecticide treatments.
I was soaked with 2,4,-D and 2,4,5,-T (when mixed are called "Agent Orange", a Dow Company cocktail) -during 1964- 1965 quite a bit. The mist felt good on the skin on hot days.
It did smell good in an odd kind of way. I guess some of us were less susceptible than others, haven't had any unexpected health issues.
The last time I saw a doctor was in 2003 for injuries from a car accident. Knock on plastic.
And you for yours as well, sir. East Laos' Parrot's Beak was a particularly popular AO for the C-123's at the time.Glad you made it.
And THANKS for your service!
well it seemed like to me that with all the rust on what had to be a 2004 2005 Dodge Ram and this is last year or so they must have buried it around when the truck was new and hit it so they needed the money from the scrapper something told me it wasn't hot anymore not quite sure but as soon as I asked him how they knew the truck was there because I've been on that trail many times and yo could have never know they got all nervous and sketched out and I just had to bailweird situation for sure to be honest
I had a funny thing happen to me once sorta like this. I was hunting bears over by Walton, and I jumped a big one. Chased him on foot. And I thought I had him dead to rights in the brush. I kept hearing a very strange noise. The whole time a was SURE it was that bear. The noise came and went. Fast forward 30 minutes later, the noise had started a cadence. That cadence was always there. It was a under ground culvert, where the water would fill up enough to pour out, then silent till it filled up again to spill out. The spilling out was the noise.When riding around on logging land as a kid I shut the bike off for a break. Thick woods and brush all around except the semi open area I'd stopped in. It was an area we played in on and off the trail lots of times. When I pulled my helmet off I heard real faint sound of water running. It was sunny out and no creeks near so I went looking for it. Worked thru a couplebushes and just about fell in a 15' dai x 10'deep sink hole.
In the early 90's I was driving the road east bound between Takalakh Lake and Keenes Horse Camp, on the way, on the north side of the road, is a small meadow bounded by a large basalt rock fall. in that rock fall there is a shallow cave. There was a white wolf seated just inside that cave. A few years later I saw that same wolf while riding my horse in Muddy Meadows, a mile from Keenes HC. Years after that I was back in Muddy Meadows and the White had been joined by a Black wolf, they were moussing and barely looked at the 4 of us. Within the last two months wolf tracks have been found near Trout Lake.When we were younger, each summer the wife and I would leave the kids with their god-parents and take two horses, and go explore Washington wilderness areas for a week. Once we were camped at Keene's horse camp on Mt. Adams and riding along a remote section of the Pacific Crest trail on Mt. Adams (near the tree line), and saw what I believe to this day to be a full grown grey wolf standing on a rock 25 meters away just watching us. We got back to the camp and were sharing some cookies with a bunch of old codgers camped next door (also with horses) and I told them of our siting, figuring they wouldn't believe us. One of the old guys verbally lit into one of his buddies saying, "Dammit I told you that was a wolf we saw up there!" This was back in the early 90's, long before Washington had any recognized grey wolf population.
Another time we were riding back from Black Lake in the Pasayten Wilderness. We rounded a sharp corner in the trail and there sat 3 young women, with their packs off and buck naked from the waist up. They were surprised and just looked at us. We smiled and rode on.
Did the high country early deer hunt in the Glacier Peak Wilderness one year. We rode 12 miles from Cottonwood Campground on the Entiat River to meadows on Ice Creek. There were three of us on horses plus 4 horses that we packed in that were loaded with everything but a flush toilet. We got to our camp site, set up camp, hobbled the horses, and the packer I was with went off to explore. He came back beaming and carrying a toilet seat from a porcelain bathroom toilet that he had found lying in the brush. He found a remote spot away from camp, tacked two branches between two trees, and lashed the toilet seat to the trees. There was even a broken limb on the tree convenient for holding toilet paper. He was grinning from ear to ear when he got done. Never saw someone so proud of his handiwork. And with a week in the woods ahead of us we were all pretty pleased with his work too.