Yep that's a me!
*LOL*
Wife's grandfather literally called me a scruffy wild mountain man. Ah, I miss him. Cantankerous cuss that he could be he at least let you know where you stood. Course, I'd dish it right back to him, never mind the reverent love in my doing so.
Me and him one day made a small .25 pistol vanish. We are fair enough at shooting we're not going to miss a wood fence post from ten yards (9.14 meters). well, we were passing the gun back and forth trying to figure why we kept missing.
Finally, I fired and it jammed. I've cleared jams but it was a pistol he had. He also was reaching to take it. He cleared it and tried another shot or two, jam. I reached over, took it, cleared it. We then got the idea to look at the gun.
There was no rifling left in the short barrel. We both figured we had been lucky it had not blown up in our faces. The gun less its ammo went flying out through brush, might have ended in the creek. The ammo was gotten rid of securely. It had been something one of his friends traded him for some work.
We both laughed how d**n foolish we had been and also how full of dumb luck. It was one of those days we kept scratching our heads in wonder. Fixed up his well pump that day as well.
Fun watching folk who think they can figure something out become aware they cannot. Another friend of his cursed up a storm to try figuring out his pump. I climbed in and went right to tearing the old one off, placing the new one exactly to suit her granddad.
Oh we couldn't figure out if that friend was going to stroke out or just go on tail tucked. He finally give up trying to suit her granddad. "You two are playing me a fool as a team, I know it," he told us. And we had not done that at all. I just knew what was needed, did it.
Yeah, miss him a bunch.