Grumbler.

My cousin's kid called last night, wants to know when I'm coming up to camp so's I can do some repair work on his Rem.243. He also mentioned they're getting ready to work-up some of my ground and plant food plots.

Told him to hold hishorses until I get up there. Don't really want anything done where he said they were fixin' to start. It's already starting to produce some nice clover there, just from me keeping it mowed a few times per year, over the past several years. Used to be nothing but goldenrods and briars in those open patches of old pasture in amongst the thorn trees and brush.

Dang hoofties, anyway.