Throwback Tuesday

For today's post, I'm going to answer everyone's most asked question.

 

Why in the world would I want to live in the middle of the woods, surrouded by 10 acres of trees?

 

Reason #1: The Greek and his Wife.

 

I don't think I have to explain myself anymore. Living closer to these two would make my day life.

 

Reason #2: The Harvest

 

For the past 3 years, I have taken up hunting. As it turns out, I'm a pretty good shot.

 

This is my bounty in the front. And here I am with Mr. Sleeveless, Rob, Ray and the Greek

I think I made my Pappy proud :)

The second year was just as successful:

 



Ray also got his first Deer

Now now, you might think that hitting a target as large as a deer is an easy task. So I decided to test my luck with some small game as well.

 Mission Accomplished

This hunting season we had a full house, and I didn't own 10 acres yet. No worries:

I still got it!

 

I hope everyone is having a great week!

 

 

 

 

 

I'll build your bridge over troubled waters...

I got you singing a little Simon & Garfunkel even if those aren't the correct lyrics...

 

We are building a bridge, 2 of them to be exact. From our newly exposed trailer frame. The Greek already has one successful trailer-frame bridge on his property, and we are adding more. He even came to prepare the frame for transporting down the hill.

 

He isn't this angry looking in real life, he was posing for a picture.

Iron Worker doing what he does best.

 

In the meantime, the rest of us tried to quickly remove the last bit of flooring.

 

Almost done!

And we finally finished tearing apart the strange room attached to the back of the frame:

NOTICE: The Sleeveless one is wearing multiple sleeves in this picture.

 Eventually, the Greek came back to see if there was more frame that needed cut. He helped carry the last pieces of the trailer to and fro.

The To

The Fro

 

Underneath all of that junk was this piece of art:

 

I tried to go all Instagram on this one.

The Greek has quite a collection.

 

The final piece of flooring being removed:

Clearly, he is in awe of something.

Back to the bridges:

RobSr.- Steel Cutter

Father and Son lifting steel

Putting the tail end on top of the front end for easy transport.

 

I know you think cutting steel might be an easy task, but don't underestimate it. There were a few casualties:

 

They were good Sawzaw blades...

 

Now it's time to move the frames forward so that we can work on the pile of dirt that was left:

I suppose that is the beauty of big trucks.

With the trailer frame out of the way, C was able to construct this circle of fun:

As we closed up the shop for the day we ventured to the Greek's house to say our goodbyes. We also noticed this...

Like father, like daughter

Good fashion.

I don't have anything to post for Sunday. Basically, we just tried to clean up a bit. RobSr. and the Greek plotted the best way to transport the bridges down the hill. Stay tuned for that.

 

I have concluded the following:

 

You can never have too many bricks, or too many garbage cans, apparently.