“Laws control the lesser man. Right conduct controls the greater one.”
I also extend my own invitation to ranchers. I'm politically active in favor of ranchers and invite them to have and share my contact information.
Let's go Ice Fishing! I prefer to fish with others. I'm well equipped with plenty to share. Thinking of tournament ice fishing? Let's team up!
be prepared, be very prepared
Don't become a Zombie in The Great Collapse!
I'm using my BFT profile as my personal dating website and posting my latest invitations there. Updated: Wednesday, February 15.
Working for my during high school is when I learned to love being out on the desert with no one else around. If we had a couple of days in the summer without wind, we'd have to go out to the windmills and hook up a generator to fill up the troughs. It didn't happen too often since the wind usually started blowing about the end of April and wouldn't stop until late September.
Most of the time was spent changing water, hauling hay (wet-chopped hopefully; I hated doing dry-chopped hay), repairing corrals, building new corrals, cleaning out mangers, and (worst of all) cleaning out the granary. It was the worst because It was always done during the hottest part of the year in a metal building with no real circulation. There was usually a 6-10" layer of moldy grain along the bottom of the sloping floor. That made it dusty, humid, hot, stinky, and downright miserable. I'd usually go through several gallons of water and gatorade every day. Now, whatever job I'm doing I can say "At least I'm not cleainig out the granary". There are days I miss most of the other stuff (and I still occasionally help my brother on his ranch) , but not that.
I couldn't afford a pair of waders, so I bought a Hoodie Footie and 5 cans of Flex Seal. mmmmmm. Fuzzy.