Good Monday morning to all you critter and land loving folks. Clay and I recently found ourselves working on a deadline to finish a fencing project. As we worked side by side, I was one fence post ahead of him pounding in a pre-drill hole for him to come behind with the post and pounder to set it in the ground. It was a nice day, and we were just getting into the second side of project, this is where I should tell you we have always affectionately referred to the post pounder as the man killer, due to the huge post pounder Clay grew up using. As I was jamming out to some tunes, I heard the pounder go down, Clay yelp, and Clay go down directly after. Now keep in mind I was one post away, by the time I reached him, blood was running off his nose from his head. He was seeing stars, but was good enough to reassure me, he was ok, a cut on the head will bleed like crazy. I slapped my glove down to help stop the bleeding, the only thing I had to offer, and made sure he wasn’t going to pass out, and zipped back to the house for clean rags. It had mostly stopped bleeding within five minutes which helped us check it out and determine no stitches were in order. The pounder had bounced back off the poly post he was working on, just at enough of an angle to come up and crack his noggin. It was a good reminder to always have an emergency plan, and let the kids know what to do if someone is hurt. It made for a gnarly scar on his head, which he thinks is funny. So, we are thankful, it was a simple injury, ranching makes us slow down some days and it is always full of risks, but we wouldn’t do anything else. So maybe it is rightfully named a man killer, but maybe it should be called a lady killer….it causes our men to scare us to death, and then we are out there fencing alone while he is banned to the couch with aspirin, ice, and kids watching him to make sure he doesn’t get sick. I knew we were in the clear when my ten-year-old daughter called my phone, “Mom, I asked dad if I could have his phone. He said, “No”, he is just fine.”

Blessings to you, yours, and your operation.