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big tee

big tee

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Saw this--Never dipped--I think a cold beer would be more refreshing!---Tee
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Driving the neighbors H Farmall on the binder when I was 12 he gave me some Redman,I remember it was kind of sweet and I was sick most of the day,didn't know you weren't supposed to swallow it,first and last time I ever "chewed".Year 1960.
 
ha, there was no warnings back then. my grandfather told me was chewing Copenhagen since he was 5 years old. he lived till 100. the cans back then were were made of like cardboard, not with plastic like now. buried him with a can of Copenhagen. he used to let me try it but I never could get into that stuff or smoking.
 
My Dad chewed Red Man. He always had a cud in his cheek when not chewing. At the end of the day he would place his cud on a window sill in the kitchen for later. Later never came, when there was 5 or 6 cuds laying there, Mom would throw them away and they would start to add up on the window sill again.

We had a few goats roaming around the farmstead. One day Dad wondered if goats liked Red Man. So he gave Daisy (a nanny) some. After that if someone would stop to visit, Daisy would sneak up and try to get his pouch out of his back pocket while he was not paying attention. He regretted giving her the first chew. She was addicted from the first chew!
 
yea my great grandpa would hook my leg with his cane when I was young tike and give me a little candy,it was not candy I made the funny for the day, puking and spitting it back out in the yard,remember it like it was yesterday. that grandpa I really liked but boy was he ornery. lived to be 98 in his home
 
Stop Stop!! This is making me drool.... chewed Redman from the time I was a teenager, and finally got off at 45. One of the toughest things I ever had to do. Just thinking about it makes my mouth start to water. Can?t really explain it, just loved the taste and smell of the darn stuff. Would chew from morning till night, but never craved it in the house, but I never was in the house much. Never took the chew out of my mouth to take a drink, just roll it to one side. My wife started getting on my back about the chances of mouth and throat cancer as well as gum trouble and potential tooth loss. What really drove me to quit was the tax the government put on tobacco, it just got stupid expensive. Took me 5 years of trying to quit before I got free. I?d love a chew, anybody got some?
 
I would chew a little Levi Garrett in my younger days someone gave me a dip of that stuff and I go so sick. I have never chewed since.
 
Never could quite get the hang of snuff, but give me a chew of Beechnut or Redman any day. My dad and grandpa both dip the stuff though. I usually smoke Marlboro's, but that's hard to do when trying to drive a tractor and watch an implement, etc. Especially in the hay field, where you court danger any time you light a cigarette, so I keep a little chewing tobacco around for those times when I can't smoke. 'Course, there ain't much better than a good chew, a sharp hoe, and long, shady row of corn on a cool afternoon. Good times, good times.

Mac
 
I got started chewing Copenhegan when I was in the 4th grade. Thought you had to to be a cowboy. Quit the first time when I was 30. Started again when I was running a sprayer and working 20 hours a day. Quit 10 years ago and it was the hardest thing to do. Don?t crave it much anymore other then beer drinking time.
 
I liked Hawken well enough back in the day, but Skoal and Copenhagen always made my stomach feel queasy.
 
When i was in the boy scouts we organized a bike ride for our den. Gusss there was five of us. One of the kids was a kind of tuffy and he was already drinking and chewd. Offerd all of us a nibble of his chaw. Let me tell ya, that stuff tasted Good! Made the first mistake when I swllowed instead of spit!!!!! We stopped after a couple of minutes to let the world stop spinning. Every now and then maybe twice a year I will smoke one of those rum soaked cigars that I buy at the civil war reenactments.
 
Grandpa smoked a pipe except during harvest. He didn?t want a fire to start. So he chewed. It wasn?t Copenhagen though. It was a brick of tobacco. He tryed to get his 3 eldest namesakes, me included, to try it. Thankfully mom was there like a pit bull rejecting the idea.
 
We buried a good friend last fall who used to chew. About 6 or so years ago he got cancer in his mouth and they removed his lower jaw bone. They reconstructed it, but it got infected and they removed it again. He spent the last years of his life with no lower jaw, unable to speak or eat, getting all his nourishment from a feeding tube. Very sad situation.
 
(quoted from post at 16:06:21 05/09/19) Grandpa smoked a pipe except during harvest. He didn?t want a fire to start. So he chewed. It wasn?t Copenhagen though. It was a brick of tobacco. He tryed to get his 3 eldest namesakes, me included, to try it. Thankfully mom was there like a pit bull rejecting the idea.
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Might have been Day's Work.
 
My dad chewed Cope'. He never spit, so I'm guessing he had no problem with worms. I tried it a couple times, but it didn't agree with me. Smoked from 13 yoa until I was about 45, and got tired of wasting the money,so I quit.
 
But the ones who chew have such a beautiful smile! The ones who smoke smell like an ash tray. We just smell like old farts. ;)
 
Reminds me of an old man that worked for my dad when I was a kid.

He worked the gas pumps at a full serve gas station. Not sure what politically correct term you would use today, let's just say he was a little slow.

But he dipped constantly, dip and spit, dip and spit. Had that stuff running down the cracks of his mouth, dripping off his chin, running down his shirt...

I had to work on his car a few times, once under the dash. There was the spit can sitting on the hump. A few times he had successfully hit it, most times just hit somewhere around it. What was left of the carpet would squish with juice whenever it was touched!
 
My folks told me about what I did when I was about 3 yo...Dad had a few cans of Copenhagen in the glove box of the Model T, same T I was born in, Jan 1944...I got into the cans and tried snuff for the first time. Also the last time. I was such a quick study back then.
 
I get why guys did it 50 years ago, everybody did and nobody knew better. What I can't understand is why a young person would start using any of that crap KNOWING it's going to cost you a ton of money, your health, and probably your life.
 
When I was young and worked in a feed mill almost everybody in the mill chewed tobacco. Needed boots to walk around on a concrete floor. LOL One of the guys was an old farmer we knew forever and when he would stop by to chat in his old truck he would occasionally spit out the window except it mostly ran down the side of the truck. I've never been around a nastier habit than chewing tobacco.
 
I worked with a guy who smoked some dark nasty-smelling small cigars. We had a ten-minute smoke break twice a day and he cut the burnt end off and slipped it in his shirt pocket till the next break. When it got too short he trimmed it and chewed the but. He died from throat cancer too.
 
When I was just a young guy, a friend and myself would visit this old guy that lived in a trailer behind a auto wrecking yard. He was a real interesting guy to listen to. He had stories we never would hear from our parents. He chewed and would spit in a old peach can. This was something we still talk about. Stan
 
I worked Tobacco as a young teenager the farmer drove a faded gray Ford pickup truck, the drivers side was brown down the side of the door and running toward the back. later in life I worked for a machine tool company and often would travel to any one of the 3 auto factories, I don't remember which one but the workers chewed and would spit on the floor or even in the coolant tanks it was real nasty.
 
Today's generation of youngsters use it, a BIG concern for the health care system. Probably far more dipping and chewing than when you were in your teens. Can't remember exactly how much but up here, you wouldn't believe how much it costs for a Copenhagen pill box. Maybe some Canadian can let us know what it costs.
 
Chief .... got a good laugh at your reply. Was that line from a song at the very end? Maybe Alan Sherman, Camp Koogamunga or something like that? Here's some more info for your ...

Smoke or chew. In full don?t smoke or chew, and don?t go with girls (or boys) who do. A slogan intended to affirm the importance of a lifestyle of personal piety and temperance; a slogan intended to declare one?s personal adherence to such a lifestyle. (Note that the verb chew in the slogan refers to chewing tobacco.) The slogan frequently varies with regard to the activities being prohibited, such as don?t drink, smoke, or chew? ; don?t dance, drink, smoke, or chew? ; don?t cuss (or swear), dance, drink, smoke, or chew?. Often the rhythm and meter of the slogan are deliberately structured so that the word chew rhymes with the word do. For example: ?I don?t drink, and I don?t chew; and I don?t go with girls who do.? The slogan is associated with Baptists, fundamentalists, evangelicals, and other conservative Christians (see various citations).
Since the 1980s the slogan has typically been used ironically or with humorous intent.
 
Dad went to look at some milk cows. This farmer had a new 55 Chevy and dad said he was chewing and would spit down between the clutch and brake pedel. We were still riding around in a 34 Pontiac. I tried some skoal at work when I was about 30. Was not worth a da?? the rest of the day. First and last time of that. Grandpa chewed Union Standard. Everytime he come to a stop sign in town he would open his door and spit. Always made grandma mad.
 
Here ya go, Homer and Jethro sang the song .... see the last line in the lyrics. The song was to the melody of Johnny Hortons song .... the Battle of New Orleans. They didn't do Johnny Horton any favors I'll tell ya that !!!

Battle of Kookamonga
Homer and Jethro
In nineteen and fifty-nine we took a little hike
With our scout master down to Lake Oneeganite
We took a little pizza and we took some saurkrauts
And we marched along together till we heard the girl scouts
We're the boys from Camp Kookamonga
Our mothers sent us here for to study nature's ways
We learned to make sparks by rubbing sticks together
But if we catch the girls then we'll set the woods ablaze
F: And I was mad because me mother sent me up here ha-ha-ha
Well we crept up to the water and we see the girls a-swimmin
There musta been a hundred of them pretty young women
They looked so fine even birds forgot to sing
We lay down in the poison oak and didn't say a thing
We're the boys from Camp Kookamonga
Our mothers sent us here for to study nature's ways
We learned to make sparks by rubbing sticks together
But if we catch the girls then we'll set the woods ablaze
F: And I was mad because me mother sent me up here ha-ha-ha
Well we crept up to the water and we see the girls a-swimmin
There musta been a hundred of them pretty young women
They looked so fine even birds forgot to sing
We lay down in the poison oak and didn't say a thing
F: Hey will one of you fellas scratch my back?
Well our counselor said we could take them by surprise
If we didn't say a word till we looked them in the eyes
We kept real still and we had our eyes aglued
We saw how they were dressed they were swimming in the
Welll now...
Well they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles
They ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go
They ran so fast even we couldn't catch them
And we can even hike all the way to Buffalo
F: Hey fellas wait for me
Well we ran right after them till everyone was pooped
So we rested for a moment and our forces we regrouped
Then we saw the girls behind some evergreens
Captured by a company of United States Marines
We're the boys from Camp Kookamonga
Our mothers sent us here for to study nature's ways
We learned to make sparks by rubbing sticks together
But if we catch the girls then we'll set the woods ablaze
F: And I was mad because me mother sent me up here ha-ha-ha
Well we crept up to the water and we see the girls a-swimmin
There musta been a hundred of them pretty young women
They looked so fine even birds forgot to sing
We lay down in the poison oak and didn't say a thing
F: Aww those big guys get everything
Well they ran through the briars an they ran through the brambles
They ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go
They ran so fast even we couldn't catch them
And we can even hike all the way to Buffalo
FALSETTO CHORUS
A-rootie-toot-toot a-rootie-toot-toot
Ah we are the boys from the boy scout troop
We don't smoke and we don't chew
And we don't go with the girls that do
 
My cousin started chewing when he was about 4 yo, his bachelor uncle started him and he is still at it, he's about 68-70 yo now.

Pete
 
My dad chewed Copenhagen by choice, Skoal in a pinch. He started as a kid and chewed the rest of his 83 years. That ever-present cud eventually turned his inner bottom lip a weird bright white.
We had nasty beer bottle and soup can makeshift spittoons behind every chair and couch in the house.


Nobody wanted to ride in the car in the backseat directly behind him when the windows were down!
 
(quoted from post at 22:00:16 05/09/19) I worked with a guy who smoked some dark nasty-smelling small cigars. We had a ten-minute smoke break twice a day and he cut the burnt end off and slipped it in his shirt pocket till the next break. When it got too short he trimmed it and chewed the but. He died from throat cancer too.
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De Nobili
 
Same here but the old guy lived in a shack. I loved to here his stories but stayed away when he had too much to drink. Tough growing old as I'm finding out today.
Jim B
 
Copenhagen = floor sweepings. Might just as well use it for sweeping compound in the hallway. Had neighbor that would use that and would tell me it was good for what ailed me. I never tried it.
I had always thought it was better than smoking. Till I tilted the cab on an old Western Star, to work on and the crap ran up my arm to the elbow while holding the shift lever. As it was spilt while getting the lever to clear the holes edge. Concluded since that day it was all bad.
 
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