Thats what the bucket is for. Been there many times.We've had our share this year. I've had 3 different tractors since moving here 20 years ago. 2 days ago I made it 3 for 3 getting them stuck up to the axles in liquified mud. First one wasn't 4 wheel drive so I wasn't too surprised getting it stuck. But the last 2 were. Let me tell you, all 4 wheel drive does is bury you faster.
Oh man Paul! That looks dang near as bad as what Lusk got a couple months ago.........Well not quite as bad, but damn! I feel for them riders.
><o><o><o>This is a story about one of the many roads traveled by a young farm boy to discover a rite of passage.>First let’s set the stage for the drama about to unfold:>For the uninitiated, there is a subtle difference between range cows and milk cows.>If you were to stop your bike on the highway, and while gazing with idyllic contemplation at the country side you are riding through. You may not notice that the “milch” cow is probably not the brightest star on Old Mc. Donald’s horizon?>Morning or evening you might find the young man kicking a rock down the road a quarter mile or so to drop the wire gate and let the cows out of the day pasture, follow them back to the corral and open the gate to the barn, while grandfather heads off the other direction to do the same with a second set of “milker’s.” >When my cows are in the corral I open the barn door and this mornings milking operation gets under way(cows are clever about hiding their boredom).but not so a young man. It happens twice a day, every danged day! Day in and day out, year after year!>>The “girls” file into the barn and always head into the same stall each time.>I am squirting streams of milk into the faces of the anxiously mewling barn cats, and noticing that the cow I am milking reminds me of some of the older girls that live in the Big Lost River valley of Idaho where the farm sits on land wedged between the lost river to the North and encompassing spring creek to the south.>I notice my cow has huge Betty Davis eyes and lashes that lay long and gentle along her cheek just as Marilyn Monroe’s do; and my older sister and friends strive to mimic with a feminine beauty weapon called an eye lash curler (“they do double duty equally well for a pocket vise for tying fishing flies boys”) and thick layers of mascara.>While he is in the middle of his own chore at hand, a newer cow in the herd backs out of her stall and heads back out the barn door at a trot.>Just then: Grandma comes walking up!>NOW, WHAT DO YOU SUPPOSE (SHE) SEE'S?>I rolled on the barn floor laughing and kicked over the milk bucket myself!>Let this be a lesson to you ladies. Just because you catch him with it one hand and grasping at tail with the other it is still only:” >Paul Combe><o></o</o</o</o</o</o</o</o</o</o</o</o</o</o</o</o</o</o</o</o</o
