Okey Dokey. Here's where Uncle Joel proves his rugged outdoorsman creds. In other words, I'm doomed.
I really dunno why I've been putting this off. Last summer I spent five days in this same woodlot, or sawing and splitting what I'd cut. This year it's only three days. Piece of cake.
For a twenty-year-old. Truth is I hurt myself worse than I thought I had last Friday, just walking across town. I'm still hobbling around, and time's up.
Get'r'done!
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Pretty sure there's a law against using Stihl bar covers on a Husky - good on ya for breaking that one too. ;)
Tell me about it.
At gun school last weekend I had a great time, on my feet for two full eight-hour days, running about and shooting targets in the rain with a bunch of twenty-five-year-old dudes...
...and one busted up old chick who spent Monday stationary in a chair and moaning about how everything hurt.
(WV: "homutpre". Not sure what it means, but it's probably illegal in most of Texas.)
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