Back where I come from

No, I'm not an old Tennesseean. Foothills, piedmont, whatever you want to call it.
I think I'm going to end this for a while, blogging I mean.

Closure.

WE CAN SKIN A BUCK, WE CAN RUN A TROT LINE.

I LIVE BACK IN THE WOODS, YOU SEE...THE WOMAN AND THE KIDS AND THE DOGS AND ME. (hmm...well, the man and the dog and me.)

all my memories, gather round her...

skinning bucks, running trot lines, driving to check feeder buckets, LETS GIT A LITTLE MUD ON THE TIRES? WHAT?! MUD??!! I DON'T THINK SO!

HOW COULD YOU TELL? SO GOOD OF YOU TO NOTICE!