So at lunch today I'm looking out the window thinking how I haven't really gotten much done and how nice it is out there and that I should just call it 8. I decide to flip a coin...tails...damn. Wait two outta three...heads...heads I'm out. On the way to the new drainage I see a cow moose shedding so fast she is two tone, pretty cool, its gonna be a good day. Park the truck and head in. I only get about 200 yards and find a decent 3pt whitey, sweet, its gonna be a good day. I put in 4 hours all over the effing hillsides and nothing more, oh well, it was still a good day. Back at the truck I set the shed on the front tire and take off the pack, dig out the keys, check myself for ticks and drive off. 2 miles later I remember the shed, damn, back to the turn out. I find it there with a busted tine and eyeguard
Still a good day.
