...beavers cut down 3 of our apple trees.
this means war.
i've been trying to look on the bright side of this, and so far all I've got is.....at least i'll have some nice apple wood to use to smoke some ribs next summer.....AND.....once I put a well placed .22 or .223 in it, i'll have a cool pelt to tack to the wall of the workshop......no, that's just the bitterness talking ;^)
maybe not.
alas, nothing gold can stay.
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