Out the door to hit the woodpile for a spate of Fiskar fodder work. Hmmm...where is it? Not at the pile...not in the woodshed...nope, not in the small trailer. ...heart rate starting up...maybe it put it in the PU...nope...that empty hollow feellign sets in. Okay, shop.. Tie a rope around waist and start in (only a fool would enter there without a safety line)...nope.
Repeat at a faster pace. I have a habit of looking right at something and not seeing it.
Third time at almost a run and as a last resort try the car.
YES! Now WTH would I have put it in there? Ah, no I recall. I put it there last week to use to blaze some trees at a new site the owner was going to show me.
Bad news for scrounging. I lost, or at least put on hold "not for now", the trees around the house I found last week. They don't like the thought of me being there while they are gone and they are in the process of moving.
I'll follow up there with a letter giving some recommendations from the Sheriff, Jail commander, people I have cut from in the past...that and my oh, so innocent face may turn the trick
Harry k
Repeat at a faster pace. I have a habit of looking right at something and not seeing it.
Third time at almost a run and as a last resort try the car.
YES! Now WTH would I have put it in there? Ah, no I recall. I put it there last week to use to blaze some trees at a new site the owner was going to show me.
Bad news for scrounging. I lost, or at least put on hold "not for now", the trees around the house I found last week. They don't like the thought of me being there while they are gone and they are in the process of moving.
I'll follow up there with a letter giving some recommendations from the Sheriff, Jail commander, people I have cut from in the past...that and my oh, so innocent face may turn the trick
Harry k