Yesterday afternoon, I prepared to walk Michelle home from work. I brought down my hunting rifle and loaded it, strapped my best headlamp to my forehead, and grabbed the fog horn from its nail near the front door.
I carried the rifle as a last-resort back up to the fog horn, which would be doing the heavy lifting on this trip, should it become necessary. Hopefully, I wouldn’t need either, but I felt better having them than going without.
As I’ve said before, we do things a bit differently on “the homestead.” Continue reading
