for our guest and her entourage in the cool early morning at the 431 end of Poor House Road. When they pulled up, Brag asked “How far in do you think they’ll make it ” referring to the logging roads leading into the property

“Oh, about as far as your Toy truck ”
I suppose I shouldn’t have been to snide since I had talked Brag into using his truck instead of the pathfinder today on the basis of gas costs.

Ruby, our tricolored guest, appeared to have the run of the pretty, shinny, polished, and very White vehicle and came with her own entourage, chauffeur and quality of life givers, Mark and Susie. Still, the vehicle looked like it would have trouble going over speed bumps in the grocery store parking lot, much less some of the holes on our firebreaks.

my cardiologist, (Did you think he would be named anything else? This is Alabama.) on Monday. Dr. Bubba is a dedicated turkey hunter which puts him on the slightly insane side of hunting. I mean can you imagine going out in the dark of pre-morning and sitting hidden in thickets and brush like a rabbit while you try to call in a gobbler? Not with these things out looking for a rabbit dinner. Everything likes rabbits.
One thing is for certain, I won’t be needing a stress test when I see him.


The dogs were off running the second rabbit of the morning when I spotted him along a path “we” had already trod.