A long, long, time ago I was working he wheat harvest. We started in North Texas and wound up in Canada. One day we were watching a crop duster. There was one tree in a huge area. He hit it and died. I've always wondered about that.

It's not about the fish. It's about the pond. Take care of the pond and the fish will be fine. PB subscriber since before it was in color.

Without a sense of urgency, Nothing ever gets done.

Boy, if I say "sic em", you'd better look for something to bite. Sam Shelley Rancher and Farmer Muleshoe Texas 1892-1985 RIP