It rained all day yesterday, and the chicken pen was a quagmire of muck, but some brute strength and some maneuvering got it moved.
These were two guys, (and a girl, Jim brought his adult daughter to help! ) who drove anywhere from an hour and a half to three hours to help a stranger. GOOD men. And I owe them a great debt of gratitude. I fervently pray they never need any help in the future, but if they do, I'll be there come he'll or high water.
We didn't do any shooting, but had a good time after all the work was done, had some good country ribs, corn on the cob, a beer or two, and we separated to get back to our lives. Strangers who met, worked together, and parted friends.
A good day!
|And they mocked me when I tried lighting a fire. I even used my firesteel!|
|Jim's daughter, Christy. Did more work than some of us today. |
Okay, more than ME anyway...
Ps. Send it to my email and I'll post it. Promise.