Hey, they told me they'd charge me double if I even tried to watch them do the work.
My grandfather used to tell me, "Beware of any contractor that discourages you from asking lots of questions." After a year, these guys still encourage my questions and musings. I consider them both friends and frequent fish fries are in our futures. Derrick is going to point me to where he got his Blue Heeler and Red Heeler pups, when I am ready.
We've even come up with nicknames for each other. I call Joe "OB", for Old Buzzard, because he reminds me of that poster, from the 1970s, of the two buzzards, sitting in the dead tree, where one says to the other one, "Patience my a...! I'm going to kill something." With the weather we've been having, that situation is kind of a dirt workers life this year.
We'll definitely have to get all the local pondmeisters, together. I'd offer my place to meet, but it's pond and hay field, before shop and house. Single man prioritization, but I need the dirt from the pond to build up where the other stuff is going. We'll see how long I can stand living in a 5th wheel travel trailer.
Careful... they eat Meadowlarks in Mexico. They taste like Bob-White Quail. Not sure, but I think it's illegal to shoot them here.
