"I'd like to spit some Beechnut in that dude's eye, or shoot him with my old 45" - Hank Williams, Jr.
Nicely said Bocephus, this is a real country boy anthem, "A Country Boy Can Survive". Now to all us out here, men or women, we have different ideas of what it means to survive. To some it means making it to payday with a few bucks left in their pocket. While others try to make it through work so they can stop for a six-pack of Bud Lite on the way home. Rambo was clearly a survivor, but he might have gone too far. That IS surviving, but that's not for me.
Now on the farm, survival is not guaranteed, just ask the rooster. He decided that he was the boss of the hen house and that the little girl collecting eggs was a threat to his position. In case your guessing, the rooster had about 5 seconds to consider his position before I showed him the way to the deep freeze. Just a note to all you other fathers and farmers out there, wait until the kids are gone, it will be easier that way. But make no mistake about it, I'M THE BOSS AROUND HERE. (I asked my wife if I could write that, and she said it was OK.)
Now as winter nears, I am proud to be able to grow vegetables for my family, put up six cord of hardwood for the winter heating season and to put meat on the table. I do the chores twice a day, every day, without complaint. At our farm, work is not a four letter word, instead, it is by hard work that we get the best reward.
