I don’t live on a large ranch anymore, but I remember the days after a big rain. At first light you better go check the water gaps to see if they are still in the creeks.

I have tried them all. Pallets on cables, just t-post and no wire spaced 10″ apart, the list goes on, but if the rain comes down hard and fast, just plan on putting up a new gap because the old one is a mile or two down the stream.

Was glad to finally meet Karen while I was up there (but disappointed I wasn’t able to meet the canines, especially the birthday girl). Hopefully the vice was versa, even though the Old Man was taliking all the time. (What is it with elderly people? Karen knows my dad better than she does me. But the Old Man likes her — and I’ve never heard him say a good word about anybody, even his own family, although he doesn’t say bad things about me to my face. Anymore.)

Oh, and for those of you who are complaining that it’s too damm hot in Montana right now, in Phoenix yesterday it was 112 — and summer is still three weeks away. (And as for Doctors’ advice, I tend to believe in the famous words of another New Yorker, Rodney Dangerfield, who once said, “I figure that if I take excellent care of myself I’ll get very sick and die.”

Until then, remember that when the waitress asks how you want your eggs, the best reply is, “Cooked, please.”

From the Smart Ass Room at the Lost Dutchman Mine,
Kirk & Sheba (a/k/a “Tiny”)