One of the times I spoke of was just stupid to even attempt or even talk about.
The other was when I went straight down a hill, about a 30 degree angle, to scoop up a load of wet sand to haul to the house and let dry for kids to play with. The whole works started going over forward and, thankfully, I had the presence of mind to quickly stuff the bucket back down. Then I walked to the house for a shovel to empty out the sand.
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 Grandpa
