2009 The Greatest Season Ever, A tribute to the Crimson Tide

The 2009 Crimson Tide has achieved what no other Alabama football team has ever done. In fact they have achieved a few things that no other Alabama team has done, and no other team in college football has done.
They have gone 14-0, won a Heisman Trophy, a Butkus award, The Broyles award, the SEC Championship, and the AP, and BCS National Championships.
Before this year Coach Nick Saban has never had back to back ten win seasons, this year he has had back to back perfect seasons.
A couple of other things to hit on is the fact that Coach Saban is the first head coach to win two National Championships at two different schools, since the AP first started in 1936.
He is also the first Head Coach to take two seperate teams to the SEC championship game.
Last but definitely not least, Coach Saban is the first Alabama head coach to defeat the Texas Longhorns.
The season had its ups and downs, there were a couple of games that were too close for comfort.
These same games proved that this Alabama team would not be denied.
The Tennessee game really showed the toughness of Alabama or else they took Tennessee to lightly, having to rely on not one but two blocked field goals (by Terrence Cody) to retain a win.
The Auburn game showed the resolution that Auburn had in shutting down Alabama’s running game and taking Mark Ingram out of it.
However Auburn in their haste to make Ingram our most valuable player on that day overlooked the receivers that Alabama has on it’s roster, which allowed Alabama to come from behind and win the game, by throwing the ball.
After leading most of the game, you could hear the hearts as they were ripped out and broken in War Eagle country, as Alabama put together a final game winning drive.
Sometimes a close victory is sweeter than a blow out, especially when the other teams fans, thinking they have won, have already started trash talking, only to have their mascot go from an eagle to a crow.
The SEC Championship game would see a much improved Crimson Tide, feeling they had something to prove after last years disappointing loss, come out and take control of the ball game from the opening kickoff to the final seconds of the game.
Then 32 days would go by as Alabama prepared for it’s toughest match up yet (supposedly) against the Texas Longhorns. Texas was 8-0-1 all time against Alabama.
With a few questionable wins in their last three victories, Texas would not have the benefit of SWC  officiating, instead this year an unbiased Big East crew would call the game.
Not only would the Texicans miss out on biased officiating but, their starting quarterback would sell them out on their opening drive of the ball game, allegedly injuring his shoulder he took himself out of the game.
My opinion (and this is just my opinion) is that McCoy realized how hard Alabama’s defense hits and decided he did not want to report to the NFL Draft that he was injured, so he removed himself from the game to avoid injury.
I’ll be honest and say that I used to have a lot of respect for the University of Texas, it’s fans and it’s coaching staff, but after listening to all of the whining and crying, I really have to say when it comes to the Big Twelve conference, I will be happy to stand up and cheer Boomer Sooner, louder than ever before.
One of the things that really gets me is so called sports reporters saying that Alabama should have an Asterisk beside this win, because of McCoy.  My question is does Texas have an Asterisk beside it’s win over Oklahoma because of Bradford? Oh wait Texican logic says that is different. What is it about teams that wear orange and have the initials UT in them, that makes them whine so much?
It’s not Bama’s fault that Watson Brown’s little brother didn’t have a back up qb prepared to play the game.
If McElroy would have went out, then Bama would have replaced him with true Freshman A.J. McCarron most likely, and if we had won or lost, it would still have been a team effort. I guess Texas is Colt McCoy and then everyone else.
Well time will tell if Alabama can do it again.
In the meantime here is the schedule and results of Alabamas 2009 Season.

9/05 vs. No. 7 Virginia Tech 1-0 (0-0) W 34-24
9/12 FIU 2-0 (0-0) W 40-14
9/19 North Texas 3-0 (0-0) W 53-7
9/26 Arkansas 4-0 (1-0) W 35-7
10/03 @ Kentucky 5-0 (2-0) W 38-20
10/10 @ No. 20 Mississippi 6-0 (3-0) W 22-3
10/17 No. 22 South Carolina 7-0 (4-0) W 20-6
10/24 Tennessee 8-0 (5-0) W 12-10
11/07 No. 9 LSU 9-0 (6-0) W 24-15
11/14 @ Mississippi State 10-0 (7-0) W 31-3
11/21 Chattanooga 11-0 (7-0) W 45-0
11/27 @ Auburn 12-0 (8-0) W 26-21
12/05 vs. No. 1 Florida 13-0 (8-0) W 32-13
1/07 vs. No. 2 Texas 14-0 (8-0) W 37-21

 

Roll Tide!

The Little Girl On The Plane

A congressman was seated next to a little girl on the airplane when he turned to her and said, ‘Let’s talk.
I’ve heard that flights go quicker if you strike up a conversation with your fellow passenger.’ 
The little girl, who had just opened her book, closed it slowly and said to the total stranger, ‘What would you like to talk about?’ 
‘Oh, I don’t know,’ said the  congressman. ‘How about global warming or universal health care’, and he smiles smugly.
OK, ‘ she said. ‘Those could be  interesting topics. But let me ask you a question first. A horse, a cow, and a deer all eat the same stuff – grass. Yet a deer excretes little pellets, while a cow turns out a flat patty, and a horse produces clumps of dried grass. Why do you suppose that is?’ 
The legislator, visibly surprised by the little girl’s intelligence, thinks about it and says, ‘Hmmm, I have no idea.’ 
To which the little girl replies, ‘Do you really feel qualified to discuss global warming or universal health care when you don’t know crap?

DO NOT BRING PLANTS IN THE HOUSE DURING COLD WEATHER!

I got this in an email today,  I did not write it.DO NOT BRING PLANTS IN THE HOUSE DURING COLD WEATHER!

 
 Never bring outdoor plants into the house. Garden Grass Snakes also known
as Garter Snakes (Thamnophissirtalis) can be dangerous. Yes, grass snakes,
not rattlesnakes. Here’s why………
 
 A couple in Baltimore, Maryland had a lot of potted plants. During a
recent cold spell, the wife was bringing some of them indoors to protect
them from a possible freeze. It turned out that a little green garden grass
snake was hidden in one of the plants and when it had warmed up, it
slithered out and the wife saw it go under the sofa.
 
 She let out a very loud scream! The husband (who was taking a shower) ran
out into the living room naked to see what the problem was. She told him
there was a snake under the sofa. He got down on the floor on his hands and
knees to look for it. About that time the family dog came and cold-nosed him
on the behind. He thought the snake had bitten him, so he screamed and fell
over on the floor.
 
 His wife thought he had a heart attack, so she covered him up, told him to
lie still and called an ambulance. The attendants rushed in, wouldn’t listen
to his protests and loaded him on the stretcher and started carrying him
out.
 
 About that time the snake came out from under the sofa and the Emergency
Medical Technician saw it and dropped his end of the stretcher. That’s when
the man broke his leg and why he is still in the hospital.
 
 The wife still had the problem of the snake in the house, so she called on
a neighbor. He volunteered to capture the snake. He armed himself with a
rolled-up newspaper and began poking under the couch. Soon he decided it was
gone and told the woman, who sat down on the sofa in relief.
 
 But while relaxing, her hand dangled in between the cushions, where she
felt the snake wriggling around . She screamed and fainted, the snake rushed
back under the sofa. The neighbor man, seeing her lying there passed out,
tried to use CPR to revive her.
 
 The neighbor’s wife, who had just returned from shopping at the grocery
store, saw her husband’s mouth on the woman’s mouth and slammed her husband
in the back of the head with a bag of canned goods, knocking him out and
cutting his scalp to a point where it needed stitches.
 
 The noise woke the woman from her dead faint and she saw her neighbor
lying on the floor with his wife bending over him, so she assumed that he
had been bitten by the snake. She went to the kitchen and got a small bottle
of whiskey, and began pouring it down the man’s throat.
 
 By now the police had arrived. They saw the unconscious man, smelled the
whiskey, and assumed that a drunken fight had occurred. They were about to
arrest them all, when the women tried to explain how it all happened over a
little green snake.
 
 The police called an ambulance, which took away the neighbor and his
sobbing wife. The little snake again crawled out from under the sofa. One of
the policemen drew his gun and fired at it. He missed the snake and hit the
leg of the end table. The table fell over and the lamp on it shattered and
as the bulb broke it started a fire in the drapes. The other policeman tried
to beat out the flames, and fell through the window into the yard on top of
the family dog who, startled, jumped out and raced into the street, where an
oncoming car swerved to avoid it and smashed into the parked police car.
 
 Meanwhile, the burning drapes were seen by the neighbors who called the
fire department. The firemen had started raising the fire truck ladder when
they were halfway down the street. The rising ladder tore out the overhead
wires and put out the electricity and disconnected the telephones in a
ten-square city block area (but they did get the house fire out).
 
 Time passed! Both men were discharged from the hospital, the house was
repaired, the dog came home, the police acquired a new car, and all was
right with their world. A while later they were watching TV and the
weatherman announced a cold snap for that night. The wife asked her husband
if he thought they should bring in their plants for the night.
 
 That’s when he shot her.

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The Last Coonhound

Memories travel through your mind, like vacationers on a highway, sometimes there are more than you can count, and then that lonesome one comes straggling through.Sam is one of those stragglers. He travels through my mind every so often, bringing with him fond memories of a time when life was not nearly as complicated as it tends to become when we get older.I was eleven years old when I first met him. He was a young black and tan coonhound that my dad had traded a pocket knife and three dollars for. That in itself should have been an omen.My dad had been a coonhunter for as long as I can remember, and I would often wander the hillsides following behind, asking questions and annoying him on a regular basis.”What’s that sound?” I would ask.”Just an old owl.” He would reply.”What about that one?””That’s a squirrel, we must of woke him up walking around out here.” he would say.”I just heard a limb break, what is it?””That’s just the sound of me breaking a switch off this tree to whup your ass with if you don’t shut up and quit asking questions.”I had to admit dad had a way with words, although many is the time I did not like his words.As a coon hunter, my dad knew about dogs. He could look at a dog and tell immediately that it was a good one or that it wouldn’t, as he put it, “chase a biscuit.”That’s what always made me wonder about why he got Sam.

Black-And-Tan-Coonhound

Just a picture I found at i-love-dogs.com

We would keep him separated from the other dogs for a couple of day, and then ease him into the general population. Coonhounds can be a nasty lot, they will argue amongst themselves, or tie up and fight over having their space invaded by a newcomer. Since we didn’t want any shanking going on in the dog pen, we had to integrate Sam in with the others, Ol Ruby, Sparkplug and Lester.After a couple of days Lester, the self appointed Godfather of the dog pen finally started liking Sam and kind of took him under his wing.Unfortunately, Lester, who may have been the toughest of the dogs, was the worst coonhound in the bunch. A level of incompetence when it came to tracking raccoons that would only be matched and eventually overshadowed by Sam.The night finally came when it was time to take Sam and the others out for a hunt.We loaded them into the truck and drove over onto the far side of my grandfathers property (about two miles away). Dad dropped the tailgate and opened the box. The dogs spewed forth from the tiny opening, knocking the rheumatis medicine my dad always carried from his hand and spilling it all over the ground, where it was licked up by Sam. Who hiccupped and then staggered off behind the other dogs.“That dog sure walks funny.” I would later say, pointing out Sam’s wobbly gait.“Son of b*****! Drunk all my medication.” Dad would mutter.It wouldn’t be long until Sparkplug hit on a trail, and the baying of the hounds could be heard as they followed it through the hills and hollows.We stood by the truck listening to the dogs. When headlights appeared on the road behind us.”Good here comes Howard now. I hope he brought some more medicine.” Dad would say.I remember thinking that rheumatism must be some pretty bad stuff, because I had always hated taking medicine, but my dad seemed to like it. Then again I guess it worked, because dad drank plenty of the medicine and I never saw his rheumatism act up. I always thought it was funny that it never came in the bottles like my cough syrup and stuff came in. It was always in bottles, jugs, or Mason jars.Either way Howard produced a Mason jar full of the medicine and dad took a healthy dose of it, coughed and wheezed a few times, pounded his chest and said. “Alright, lets follow them dogs.”Now any hunter can tell that dogs have different barks and coonhounds are no exceptions, there’s the ‘okay we have hit a trail bark’ , the ‘okay this trail is hot (meaning recent raccoon activity) bark’ and the ‘holy smokes, he’s in this tree bark’.We were waiting for the latter.Finally the dogs treed the coon, down in the hollow near a little creek.As we hurried to the tree, I couldn’t help but think about the rheumatis again as I noticed both Howard and my dad were steadily taking large doses of the medication.Reaching the tree and shining our lights about, you could see Sparkplug jumping at the tree, Ol Ruby was chewing on the bark as if she were going to gnaw the tree into, and Lester was sitting down with his nose pointing toward the tree, barking occasionally. Sam was wobbling around, much the same as Howard and Dad, I noticed, and would let out the strangest bark I ever heard, followed by a hiccup.Dad spotted the coon up in the tree and shot it with a .22 rifle that he always carried and Howard ran over and got it before the dogs could tear it apart. We killed four raccoons that night and took them home and skinned them out for the fur and the meat.Lester, who was getting old would hunt with us four more times after that, until he got to where he couldn’t hardly walk, dad gave him to a friend of his who wanted to use him for breeding purposes.Ol Ruby and Sparkplug, made two more hunts with us, before they were sold to another coon hunter who had more money than he had sense.Sam endured. He would hunt with us six more times, right up until we moved and my dad quit coon hunting.The last hunt we made, Sam was the only dog. When we got out in to the woods and dad dropped the tailgate, he hopped out of the truck and took off sniffing for trails. After waiting at the truck for a couple of hours and never hearing the first bark, we decided to head back to the house.When we arrived at the house, we saw Sam sitting on the front porch.“Sam.” I said, as I ran up and patted him on his head.“He got here about twenty minutes after ya’ll left.” My mom told us. “Knocked on the door and said something about wanting some biscuits.”Dad quit hunting that night.Sam became more of the family pet kind of dog, instead of the wobbly, yet vicious, tracker of coons he had never once been.He was my best friend and would follow me everywhere I went, even when I didn’t want him to. I would be walking in the woods and he would be tiptoeing behind me, peeping out from behind trees or from under rocks.. On fishing trips Sam would often wade into the water to try to help me land the fish I had hooked or to try to help the fish, I’m not sure which.When we would play football in the front yard, Sam often made the game saving tackles, for one side or the other.When my mom would try to give us a whipping, Sam would save the day by chasing her back into the house.Sam stayed with us for three years after we moved. One day he walked out the front gate, and never returned. I hunted for him for weeks, and figuring he had met his end, I finally gave up.Other than in my memory, I would never see Sam again. Although my mom still remains a suspect.

Trucks I Have Known

In my mind, there are certain things that a man needs and they are, (in no particular order);

  1. A good gun. For this there are actually three good guns, a handgun for personal protection. A rifle for hunting, and a shotgun for hunting and home defense.
  2. A good way to make a living. Whether you’re a butcher or a baker or a candlestick maker you have to have money.
  3. A home. Yep you have got to have a place to lay that weary head.
  4. A truck. Every man needs a truck. Even if you live in the citiest city, you will still need to haul something, somewhere, sometime.

This is the story of number 4.

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1957 Ford

I cannot recall a time in my life, since turning 16 that I did not own a truck. In some parts of my life I may have owned more than one and a couple of cars as well. Although I have owned one Chevy, a  GMC, one International, a Dodge and a Willys , Fords have always been my favorites.My first truck was a 1957 Ford, (it was the mid year body style) when I first got it, I though it was painted with the red oxide primer, after buying the truck, I learned that rust is also the color of red oxide primer. I also learned about test drives.I was working on my grandmothers roof, when I saw the truck sitting in the yard of one of her neighbors. I noticed that there was some grass growing up around the truck and that it didn’t look to have been moved in quite a while.I knew the man pretty well, as I used to take him fish when I would catch more than I could eat.So I decided to walk over and inquire about it. I soon realized that I should probably have climbed down from the roof first, and sometimes pain and gravity seem to go hand in hand.I limped over into the yard, and saw the old man sitting on his front steps, smoking his pipe and talking to his dog. “You got any fish?” He yelled to me.“No.” I said.“Then what the hell you want?” he yelled back.I was wanting to ask about that truck you have sitting there.” I said.“Well then ask about it.” He replied.“What’s wrong with it?” I asked.“Nothing. It just needs a good home and a good driver.” He replied.“Cool. How much you want for it? I asked.“What you give me for it?” He asked.The negotiations commenced.Being the sharp negotiator that I was, I wound up paying only 25 dollars for the truck, of course I had to fix a loose front step, rewire his air conditioner, worm his dog, and reroof his house, but I paid only twenty five dollars for the truck.After completing the transaction, he handed me the key and said “She’s yours. Take good care of her.”I turned the key and the engine roared to life, well actually it more or less coughed, wheezed and gasped to life. But it ran. I knew right away that it would probably need mufflers, since he was standing at the driver side window, warning me to watch  out for snakes. Undoubtedly trying to talk me into bringing him another mess of fish.Somewhere between the time I tried stopping at the end of his driveway and actually did stop over in his neighbors chestnut tree, I realized that he wasn’t concerned about my fishing.Even though it had no brakes, and no seatbelts, and most of the floorboard had been claimed by rust, I was proud of myself. I had gotten my first truck and I had gotten it on my own.With my head held high, I pulled into the driveway, went through the flowerbed, over the little apple trees and coasted to a stop in the creek that runs behind my parents house.My dad, a man totally lacking any form of a sense of humor met me halfway through the garden as I was walking back to the house. “Where in the hell did you get that piece of junk?” He asked, obviously concerned about my well being.“I bought it from old Leon.” I replied.“You bought it? You mean you actually paid good money for that thing? What the hell is wrong with you? Are you stupid or something? How much did you give for that damn thing?” He asked.“Twenty five dollars.” I said.“Twenty five dollars? Boy do you know how much ammo I could buy with twenty five dollars?”“No sir.” I replied.“Enough to shoot you and that truck so full of holes that neither of you would be recognized.” He said.We would later pull the truck out of the creek and I rigged up the brakes so that the emergency brake would work, then I parked it in the yard. I would drive it three more time before the engine died and never ran again. I did however sell it to a collector of old trucks for 100 dollars. Wooden floor boards and all.

Light Outdoors

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Tips from Tarzan, The Lord of the Jungle gives you some helpful hints.

First thing we thought we would do is let Tarzan share some of his knowledge with us, surely having learned a lot from surviving in the jungle for as long as he has. So without further ado here he his.This Tarzan, me going to share knowledge with you, so you survive in jungle too.Never use hedgehog for toilet paper.Never jump out from behind tree and yell “Boogity boogity boogity” at Rhino, not good not good at all.When putting on loin cloth make sure animal not alive.Never eat Marula fruit, you wake up with hyena.If it seem good idea at time and you fall into crevasse, it probably not good idea.If playing leap frog with rhino, make sure you jump far.Never sling poo at Cheeta, him professional you no win.

Never moon wart hog. Wart hog no have sense of humor.

Never soak wart hog ravaged behind, in crocodile river, not good not good at all.Try all you want but you no can kick ostrich in cojones.Meerkats make good toilet paper, but them no like it.Always hold meerkat head FIRMLY  if using it for toilet paper.Meerkat have sharp little teeth. Not good, not good at all.Never stare too long at elephant, cause lion sneak up behind you and bite butt. Damn sneaky lion.Never try to ride porcupine, not good not good at all.You no win argument with hippo, them very stubborn and have bad breath.Never go to dinner at savage cannibal village, all they serve is lost explorer, the other white meat.Elephants no have graveyard. Dummy! Them no got shovels to dig grave with.Never whack elephant with big stick, Tarzan whack elephant with big stick once, elephant then whack big stick with Tarzan.Stars show up in daytime when elephant whack you against tree repeatedly.Hyena no good to discuss quantum physics with.Howler monkey make good siren when playing cops and robbers, real good when you put him on rhino horn.Rhino no like howler monkey when it planted on rhino horn.Cheetah very fast but Tarzan faster especially when being chased by warthog, warthog no have sense of humor.Timone and Pumba cute in cartoon, but in real life them nasty bastards.Lion roar can be heard for five miles, Tarzan squeal can be heard for twenty miles when playing leap frog with rhino. Not good not good at all.http://lightoutdoors.com

Just Ask Tarzan

Welcome to the semi, weekly almost monthly once or twice a year question and answer session with the Lord Of The Jungle, the man that knows all and simplifies it for you.Edith in Omaha asks;Dear Tarzan, my dog, Scruffy, chases cars, and barks for no reason at all, we can never get any sleep, and I am always worried about him getting ran over. What do you suggest I do.Dear Edith, Wait til Scruffy catch car then you no have to worry.Tracy in Topeka asks;Dear Tarzan, My boyfriends mother is coming to live with us, and she hate my guts, she is rude, obnoxious, and belittles my boyfriend all the time, what should I do?Dear Tracy, Find new boyfriend.Debbie in Dallas asks;Dear Tarzan, My 1972 Chevy Malibu is making a pinging sound, and I don’t know what to do about it.Dear Debbie,  Third pushrod from front on right sight, it warped.Juanita in Wisconsin asks;My son has a science project due in about three days, he still has not figured out what he wants to make, much less even started working on it, I don’t want him to fail again in school, what do I do?Dear Jaunita, Whack son with stick, then him can do science project to discuss various shapes of bruises.Tom in Temple asks;Dear Tarzan, My wife thinks I never listen to her in fact she said something about it the other night I think, but the reason I quit listening is because she keeps nagging, good Lord man if I don’t get some help I may wind up going insane. What do I do?Dear Tom, whack wife with stick.Melonie in Montgomery asks;Dear Tarzan, people think I am an airhead because I am blond, and they make fun of me because I get confused and disctracted very eas… hey a squirrel, awe it is so cute it reminds me of… that’s a cool car, oh rats I forgot what I was writing about.Dear Melonie; Look out for bus.Derek in Des Moines asks;Dear Tarzan, what are some things I should know if I ever decided to move to the jungle to live like you do?Dear Derek; There are many things Derek should know, here are a few,Never make goo goo eyes at gorilla, especially boy gorilla, not good not good at all.Never use porcupine as toilet paper, not good not good at all.Never help lost explorer, him just cause trouble and get eat by cannibals anyhow.Know where Marula tree at, but if eat too much you wake up with hyena, them have bad morning breath.Never hide behind tree and try to trip rhino.Never moon warthog, warthog no have sense of humor.Never let Cheeta read email, him tell whole jungle.Never call pygmy, ghetto leprechaun, they no like that and they bite, not good not good at all.Never trust damn sneaky lion with pork skins, he eat all of them and leave bag laying around.When Zulus throw party, no smoke pipe, you  wake up with hand in empty pork skin bag.Make sure loin cloth no have fleas.That all for now, Tarzan be back soon or you email Tarzan at Lord of Jungle

DIY Car Maintenance Oil Changes

So we have all seen the signs everywhere, Oil Change and Lube only $19.99, so you drive up to this place claiming to be a ten minute oil change, and you have to get in line and wait an hour, then you find out that the 19.99 only covers an in house filter, (which most vehicles use) and 5 quarts of oil. If your vehicle uses 6 quarts like mine does you have to pay extra for that quart. Sometimes as much as 6 dollars extra for that quart. Now if you don’t like doing it yourself and dont like getting greasy then I guess this is the perfect deal for you. My problem is I have a lot of things to do, and I don’t like waiting around, and not only that I like to do things myself, (why pay somebody to do something you can do yourself and save money at?)Okay let’s get to the business of changing the oil in your car.Go to a parts store or wal-mart and get your oil and filter. If you use wal-mart they have a directory hanging on that aisle (well most of the time they do), use it to look up your model and make of vehicle, then pick the appropriate filter, get an air filter while you are there also (changing the air filter can improve your gas mileage, by up to 3 miles per gallon).Pick up the amount of oil your vehicle needs. Most four cylinder engines use 4 quarts, most 8 cylinders use 5 now, most 6 cylinders use 5 also, unless you have an older Ford with the 4.9 liter 6 or any of the older V-8 engines they use 6 and sometimes 7.All in all for my truck, oil filter, oil, air filter, and tube of grease (which lasts about a year, through regular lubing of my truck) costs almost 18.00. It would be cheaper if I used one of the off brands of oil, but I like Valvoline, or Castrol.Okay you have the oil now lets get to changing that stuff.Drive home.Park Car.See if you can locate oil plug, it is usually on the back of the oil pan.See also if you can fit under car to reach oil plug.Make sure that oil plug is facing down hill, (so that all the oil drains).Locate oil filter, different vehicles have it in different locations, just look for a place that you figure there is no earthly way you can get your hand in there to remove an oil filter and that is usually where it will be.Okay now we are ready to start,Step 1 Loosen the oil filler cap, should be on top of engine, don’t remove it yet (to keep trash from falling in).Step 2 Scratch up your arm and hand in preparation for removing oil filter. Using a wire brush usually works for me. A Bench grinder is overkill in this part.Step 3 Scream.Step 4 Reach into awkward spot and try to twist off oil filter, they are usually stuck, but this helps to add scratches to your arm.Step 5 Pull arm out and get the filter wrench, if you don’t have a filter wrench you can push a screwdriver through the side of the filter and use it for leverage to get the filter loose.Step 6 Cuss because you just stuck a screw driver through a heater hose.Step 7 Finally remove the filter.Step 8 Crawl back under the vehicle, using a drain pan or a bucket, remove the oil plug, from the oil pan, be sure to cover your hand, arm and part of your face with hot oil, (some people pay spas big money for hot oil treatments, so you save double on this step).Step 9 By the time you clean the oil from your eyes well enough to see, it should all be drained from your engine.Step 10 replace the oil plug.Step 11 Take a little bit of oil and rub it around the rubber gasket on your oil filter.Step 12 Install new oil filter. Tighten as tight as you can by hand. (Some people fill their filters with oil before installation, but if your filter mounts sideways in stead of up and down, you will pour out more oil than you save.Step 13  Remove Oil cap and pour in new oil. Like I say my truck holds six quarts, so I pour in six quarts.Step 14. Start your engine, and look under vehicle for leaks.Step 15 Shut down engine, wait a few minutes, then check your oil.Step 16 If the oil is low add some if it is overfull you may have to drain a little, if it is just right close the hood you are done.Step 17 Scream for someone to come out and open the hood because you have gotten your fingers caught.You can take the old oil to a recycling center or you can make use of it yourself.If you have a dual fuel heater system, most of those will use recycled oil.If you have a chainsaw, you can use the recycled oil for your chain oil tank.If you have a dog with mange, mix some sulphur with some of the recycled oil and rub it on your dog.If you have a friend that needs a good prank, sneak over and put some in his driveway under his car. (always good for a laugh, unless you have to clean it up).Put it in an oil can to lube hinges, and other things with.Some folks mix it with gasoline for their two stroke engines ( I do not recommend this, due to viscosity and metal particles that may be in the old oil).