We made a fast trip to the river to clean out our possessions from the ranchette.  I was saddened by the prospect of doing that chore, however, after taking 2 and 1/2 hours to drive 16 miles, well, my buttocks commented that its cheeks had about all this western living it could stand. 

We have always been fastidious about our trailer and its contents.  We cleaned after each use and arranged things for the next visit.  We were very surprised when we arrived and found that the new owner’s were either a band of gypsies or a herd of hogs.  Either way, they had already trashed the place.  We were very disappointed.  We naturally put on our aprons and grabbed the broom.  We swept and mopped and straightened as best we could while maintaining some degree of manly hunter prowess.  It is extremely difficult to have a pistol on your hip and be able to fast draw when an apron is around your middle.  It takes a great degree of dexterity to drop a broom or mop and whip it out. 

Well those days are over.  I think my next project will be fishing.  If it would only rain, where the lake would fill up, then I would find me a place to sit under a tree and fish.  I mean cane pole fish, none of that fly fishing cause that is way too much work.  Cane pole fishing allows you time to nap and only move when the shade moves and you are subjected to the sun.

Chuy the fisherman