So, the other day R.G. was looking at one of the adorable posts on the blog and we had the following conversation:
R.G. - "Why do you always have to do 'cute' posts about little kids going on adventures or fuzzy baby chicks?"
Me - "Because I happen to like cute posts featuring cute little kids and fuzzy animals, and so do most of our readers, considering most of our readers are related to them."
The cute little kids, that is. No evolutionists on THIS blog!
R.G. - "Why can't you post nitty-gritty pictures of us loading up logs to take to the lumber mill, you know, when one of the logs almost broke Michael Doolin's leg?"
R.G. must live his life through the lens of a 1930's film reel.
Me - "I think that whole broken leg comment answers that question."
So, I have been poring through our pictures, looking for wild-west, homesteading, depression-era looking pictures, just to make my dear eldest son happy.
Here are the results:
Burning Bush...I mean brush
R.G. looking sufficiently cowboy-ish, I hope.
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After hearing the descriptions of R.G.'s and Matthew's experiences burning brush on the ranch where they work, I think they are the ones who need to be taking the pictures. I guess it's the norm to drive a backhoe into a giant, flaming pile of brush and hope and pray that the backhoe keeps working long enough for you to drive it out of the giant, flaming pile of brush.
Anyway, enough of that. Here are some more not-cute-at-all pictures.

A big buck that came to our deer feeder.


Well, I hope these pictures were sufficiently, um. Arkansaw. I guess I could have posted them all in sepia tones, that would have probably made Mr. No Electricity happier. Nevertheless, I shall attempt to post a few more grimy, sweaty photos in the future.
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