Thread: The "Hard Up Hua's" trying old billy goat fillets...

When my firstborn son was 1 yr old, I made him a nice cozy beanie out of a large billy goat’s scrotum.

What you do is buy one of those toddler sized rugby balls from The Warehouse. Soak the goat scrotum in hot water and gently stretch it this way and that. It’s tougher than you think! When it is nice and pliable, stretch it over the rugby ball, pop it in the hot water cupboard, and come back a couple of days later. Trim the now perfectly sized Scrotum Hat and present it at your favourite nephew’s / grandson’s first birthday party. Bound to be a family winner!

You must get your friend to do that @bumblefoot.

BTW I really enjoyed your videos. You know that really large billy goat heads are not that far away from you, in the south Taranaki in the bush to the north of Waverley, and either side of the northern stretches of the Wanganui River. I’ve taken a few out of those areas well over 30 inches and have them on various shed walls here and there.

Originally Posted by Flyblown

When my firstborn son was 1 yr old, I made him a nice cozy beanie out of a large billy goat’s scrotum.

What you do is buy one of those toddler sized rugby balls from The Warehouse. Soak the goat scrotum in hot water and gently stretch it this way and that. It’s tougher than you think! When it is nice and pliable, stretch it over the rugby ball, pop it in the hot water cupboard, and come back a couple of days later. Trim the now perfectly sized Scrotum Hat and present it at your favourite nephew’s / grandson’s first birthday party. Bound to be a family winner!

You must get your friend to do that @bumblefoot.

BTW I really enjoyed your videos. You know that really large billy goat heads are not that far away from you, in the south Taranaki in the bush to the north of Waverley, and either side of the northern stretches of the Wanganui River. I’ve taken a few out of those areas well over 30 inches and have them on various shed walls here and there.

Talk about embarrassing baby photos...

Speaking of which, one of my medical colleagues, a Urologist, had a thriving private practice doing circumcisions. Rather than throw the skins out he kept them in a tall jar of preservative. When his wife helped him empty his offices on his retirement she found it. They were a bit bizarre in their taste so got the jar to a saddlemaker called Graham up the valley to make something of them. She dropped in on Graham a few months later when up that way and he presented her with a purse he'd patiently put together of the patchwork.
"Is that all?" "That was a big jar."
Graham scoffed back, "Just rub it and you have a travel bag!"