My Flatwater started last night. Tiny, Milton & Pooch rolled in about 8:45, then Dennis Smith was rolling through Lincoln and stopped in, Crandall waddled in just after 10:00.
Tiny was explaining the intricacies of wood working to Dennis...
Then Miss Connie & Crandall got to know each other over tales of Kentucky horse farms...
A few whiskeys were consumed and then to bed. This morning I found them on the patio drinking coffee before MC departed for school. No they're not invisible, I took this pic two days ago.
Poor pictures from me, I'll try to do better.
"Say five Heil Hinckers, sing two Horst Wessel songs, and perform an act of contrition." -kgb 4/22/10
"It's all in the hunt...patience, luck, skill, experience, desire, spirit and flesh." -Bob Crandall 10/18/2010
I think you mean "tumblers"
The shell you buy, the gun you shoot, the size of the bore or the clerk at the store telling you what you should do doesn't determine your actions, ethics or ability.
That's what I thought . My Grandma would not have worn those !!
I think you mean "tumblers"
The shell you buy, the gun you shoot, the size of the bore or the clerk at the store telling you what you should do doesn't determine your actions, ethics or ability.
