Saturday we cruised out to The Ranch to ride and look.
T and Miss A were out there hunting, and T called to say he stuck a big sow and we should come see her. We went back up to the house, and Baby Gray checked her out while T got her ready to weigh. Baby Gray watched intently as T moved the front of the tractor up and down. Once the sow was up, she weighed 302! Baby Gray wanted to “pet” her. Ugh.
T and Miss A were getting the dogs situated and loading the Ranger when Baby Gray decided he needed to drive the trac-or himself.
A few good turns of the wheel, a couple bites of ca-cker, and a few good ahg-ahg‘s of the imaginary horn, and he was good to go.
He drove off into the sunset with his big ol’ sow.