Feeding hay

I put out the last of my rolls Saturday. I am hoping that the rain from the weekend and the warm weather this week will make the grass green up a little early this year. I probably have enough square bales left to feed another month, but that's it.

I dread hay season this year, haven't had time to fix any of the crap from last year and I have a host of new problems to contend with too. I think I just need to win the lottery and buy some equipment that isn't worn out.

Now, if I can just figure out those winning numbers...

It's gonna be Monday

all day long.

My F-150 is probably totalled. I was rear-ended by a Mack truck on the way into work this morning. My back is a little sore and I have a cut on my head where I busted the back glass with it but other than that I seem to be ok, my poor truck, on the other hand, is in pretty sad shape.

I had came through a traffic light near the interstate when a semi came around the cloverleaf with a load of rocks (as in big rocks, as in landscaping boulders), one of which rolled off the truck in front of me as I went forward when the light changed. I stomped brakes to avoid hitting this thing (it bounced when it hit the ground... once. They said it weighed about three thousand pounds) and got hit twice by the truck following me. I didn't realize it at the time, but he knocked me a good thirty-five or forty feet.

I am one lucky SOB. If I hadn't stopped at the red light a few seconds earlier, I would have either A) been in the path of the falling rock, or B) been going about 40 when I was hit instead of 15-20, in either case I would be in the hospital or the morgue.

The truck is AFU, bed looks like an accordian, back glass is broken and there is a major oil leak up front. The hitch is bent into an L-shape and the frame rails have a nice bow to them now. Both doors are screwed up (I had to pry the driver-side door open to get my crap out of it).

As for the Mack... I think I scratched the chrome on his bumper.

A quick annoucement

before we return to non-blogging...


I am NOT the father of Anna Nicole Smith's child.

A sign of the times

Bowater (or Meade or somebody like them) is selling or has sold a large (250 acres) tract of timber a few miles away from me. It is sandwiched between 4 or five poultry farms, one dairy and a couple of beef operations. The folks who own the dairy are right beside this property, which is being sectioned up into 2 and three acre chunks to sell at auction. They put up this sign in hopes of heading off some future problems...

I believe that people have a right to buy property and live anywhere they choose, but these days it seems more and more people want to move out to the "country" and then bring the "city" with them. I've seen it happen several times in the last few years. Urbanites move out to the "sticks" and immediately start complaining about the noise, the smells, tractors on the roads and cows in their flowerbeds (the last in a little tongue in cheek, but such things have happened around here).

I don't know whether their sign will help any, but I hope it does.

I feel bad, because

I promised gun porn and I just don't have much worth showing. Nothing really caught my eye today in the way of firearms, other than this Dragoon...



Which I found interesting simply because it was converted to cartridge. To me that's an awful big weapon to carry on your hip, even though I have used Dragoons as belt guns in my foolish youth. I am now firmly of the opinion that Dragoons and Walkers belong in pommel holsters on the front of your saddle, not your belt.

And here we have the ever popular LeMat. I will get around to getting myself a repop one of these days, just to plink with.



I have more pictures, but they're pretty crappy and not all of them are firearms, I also took pictures of some saddles, a nice looking pair of Mexican spurs and a Rev War era Dragoon helmet.

This is all for now, if I do a little photoshop work on the other pictures, I may put some of them up later this week.

Railroad Graffiti

This is a little different from the usual obscenities that seem to be everywhere. Whoever did this took some time with it.

Snow, snow, snow

Got enough on the ground that it put out Tony's brushfire.



The horses were walking around saying "whats with all this white sh$t? I can't find any grass... ooooh noooooo I'm going to starve!"



In othe news, I can't view this page. Dunno if it's a blogger thing or a Safari thing. I get an error code "bX-vjhbsj" when I try to pull it up. If anyone is seeing this, send me an email.

hmm, this IS weird. I can view the page now.

and now I can't... most be something wrong with blogger.