Fishing burr by Buzz cutter.

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I grew up in the 70’s boys had either long hair or short hair depending on thier father’s wishes.
My father was a short hair guy but mom fended him off she wasn’t in love with love hair keeping hers cropped short most of the time.
My dad was obsessed with fishing and went to the lake almost every weekend. He would talk with his friends during the week and decide where they was biting best and that’s where we would go.
We had been fishing for a while one Saturday when one of his asshole friends pulled his boat along ours.
That was a no no in dad’s fishing world so he was instantly in a bad mood. Then the fried ask a few questions about the fish which dad wasn’t going to reveal anyway like there wasn’t enough fish to go around.
Then the fried ask who’s that little girl wishing with you. Knowing damn well who I was.
That was the beginning of the end to my shoulder length brown hair.
Later we started home and dad said boy you need a haircut.
Usually always left up to mom cause he didn’t want to cross a boundary. I said I’ll get a trim next week. I was going on 12 years old and I kinda thought that was the end of it.
We took a different way than normal driving by the barbershop. He said we could go ahead and get that done.
The barbershop had closed being it was 6 on a Saturday.
Dad was disappointed and we went on home.
I was personally very happy cause I just didn’t like getting haircuts. Especially there.
When we got home he started digging though a drawer in the kitchen. Junk drawer mom called it. It was a foot deep and full of stuff. He pulls out a box and says hey bud come here and sit
I thought he was going to show me some pictures or something he did that time to time.
Instead he said I’m gonna go head and give you a hairzcut like my dad did me.
I hated when mom gave me a haircut always looked like I was wearing a helmet but at that point I was wishing mom was home.
He opened the box pulled out a pair of scissors,a comb, the the clippers I was ok till he plugged them in. Up to that point i thought he was going for a bad trim I would have to out grow.
He oiled thuem clicked them on a time or two then told me to sit still. Walked up behind me pulled my bangs with one hand turned on the clippers and pulled them back across the middle. You’re in the army now he said. Guessing that’s what they told him on his first day of boot camp.
Watching my hair plummet to the ground as he made strip after strip. I had no idea how bad I looked or how short it was. I was praying he was leaving some.
Mom and my brother walked in as he was almost finished.
Mom was not happy that the did it but sat my brother down and said him too let’s be fair. Go ahead and burr him too. Biggest mistake my brother ever maid giggled at my bald head.
I returned that favor years later when the old bastard ask for a ride to get his haircut.

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