Son texted me Tuesday said he had to excavate a prehistoric burial on a
Mining project. Very shallow 2-5 inches between a ranchroad and a cattle pen. That would be awesome. I bet he loves his job, too. I think he'd rather be cooking (Damn bad azz, good cook) or making beer.
Founder
Ancient Order of the 1895 Winchester
"Come, shall we go and kill us venison?
And yet it irks me the poor dappled fools,
Being native burghers of this desert city,
Should in their own confines with forked heads
Have their round haunches gored."
WS
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