Ive been known to take a pinch from time to time. Last can I bought was the Red Man straight cut. I dont like winter green give me straight, or fine cut natural. Trying to stop smoking now though so hopefully its all going out the door soon.
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Back when I was roughnecking on oil rigs, I chewed or dipped whenever I couldn't smoke at work. A wad of Copenhagen stuffed between your lip and gum can keep the nicotine monkey off your back for hours...
I also used some raspberry-flavored stuff a lot. I think it was called Happy Days, but I'm probably wrong. Sounds nasty, and it took several months of nagging from a friend before I'd even try a dip, because it sounded gross. I thought it would be sweet. It wasn't at all; it was just damned good.
I was working with some good ol' boys from a tobacco-growing area one time; I don't even remember where now. But they all had homegrown, home-cured twists in their pockets, and used to argue about how to make the best ones. One of them offered me some one time, and told me, "keerful now. This here's purty powerful stuff." I wasn't worried; heck, I could put a wad of Copenhagen the size of my thumb under my lip. So I bit me off a big chunk, and fifteen minutes later I was so wiped out I may as well have dropped some acid. My head was blowing up like a balloon, then deflating; my body was rippling; when I looked at my feet they were zooming back and forth from directly under my chin to about five miles away. That old boy just looked at me and grinned, and I thought to myself, "damn. No wonder these hicks don't believe in acid and marijuana. They don't NEED 'em."
There are times when I'd love to bite off a chunk of Brown's Mule or Day's Work again, or stuff a pinch of Copenhagen behind my lip. But once a junkie, always a junkie; I'm scared the nicotine rush would put me back on cigarettes in a week.
Every time I put dip or chew in my mouth, I gave everybody a light show. I'd turn green, then red, then some other color of the rainbow, and then the grand finale, lose everything up to and including my stomache lining. Whew, those were the days! Just get done gruntin', then have a beer to get that strange taste out of there!
I went fish'in with a brother inlaw and thought I'd try some of his Red Man .
Being on water during the hottest day of summer sick to your stomack after trying that worm dirt taught me lesson.
Shew wee the combination of the Tuna Fish sandwitch for breakfast and that plug of RedMan worked me over good.
Never have had any more of that stuff in my mouth again !
Started chewing Beech Nut; "all ballplayers" chewed, so I knew it was for me.
As a youngster; crawled under on of 'dads' trucks to die, crap was going round and round, throw up, sweating, knew any moment the "Lord" was coming to get me cause the devil was a working me over but good.
Didn't die and chewed ever since. Have dipped, sniffed, chomped, chewed, about ever combination.
Nasty habit; but it'll sure keep the women from crawling all over you.
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Who refreshes others will be refreshed. Proverbs 11:25
You all are funnier than a cat crossin' a mud puddle!! I had a Lt. offer me one of those Skoal bandits one time, to keep the nicotine fits at bay during the night. We were on battalion maneuvers, and couldn't smoke after dark. I tried it, and was doing okay until the jeep hit a big hole in the road. I grabbed the gun mount, gulped, and swallowed that thing, and it gave me fits the rest of the night! Didn't feel like smokin' any, so I guess it worked!!LMAO
When I was around 6 or 7 years old I walked up to a small store to by something and a tobacco salesman was there delivering his products and while I was paying for what I got the owner said to the salesman to give me one of those samples to take to my Father.
So the salesman handed me a fat cigar.
Half way home I had that cigar unwrapped and stuck in my mouth.
Arriveing home my Dad was in his easy chair (It was a Saturday) He said where did you get that cigar and I said a man at the store gave it to me.
He got up from his chair and said come with me. I became a little fearful !
He reached down on the end table and got his zippo lighter and we went outside on to the patio.
Feeling a little releaved he said let me light that cigar for you where you can see what there like.
Maybe I thought COOL I don't remember so he lit his lighter and I stuck the cigar in the fire and went to puffing away.
My dad said you have to swollow the smoke ! And with that he sat down in a patio chair with the biggest grin on his face I ever saw.
It didn't take a minute and a half for the world to come crashing down all around me !
There was know longer any gravity and everthing "neophyte" said in his post was happening. I was dieing !!!
I was sicker than sick !!!
My Dad arose from his chair and came up to me and picked me to carry me inside and I PUKKED everything I had ate for a week down the neck of shirt.
His only words were baby see what happens to you when you smoke, let that be a lesson to you.
And it was until I was around 17 years old I took up smokeing because others were doing it .
A.H
P.S. For the political correct members that wasn't child abuse ! That was a very loveing Father that cared for his child and did'nt ever want to see me take up smokeing.
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Last edited by ArkansasHunter; 02-08-2008 at 09:31 AM.
Yep, A.H., I'll bet there's a bunch more who could tell almost the same story. I got some of that myself! I stayed away from the habit til I got into the service. The the DI said if you smoke, fall out and have one, the rest of you stand at parade rest! That's when I became a smoker. Been kicking myself in the caboose ever' since!
I dipped Copenhagen original for 17 years. Got up to two cans a day. Finally quit and that was the hardest thing to do I ever did. Gums had receded quite a bit. Glad I quit. I never spit so I am sure it was rotting my gizzard.
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Yep, A.H., I'll bet there's a bunch more who could tell almost the same story. I got some of that myself! I stayed away from the habit til I got into the service. The the DI said if you smoke, fall out and have one, the rest of you stand at parade rest! That's when I became a smoker. Been kicking myself in the caboose ever' since!
That was a problem when I was in the service, too. If a man sat down with a cigarette in his hand, he was taking a smoke break. But if he sat down for a breather without one, he was screwing the pooch.
