Ricky. And he’s finally home. That was a little more of a rodeo loading him up to bring him here than I had hoped. Not quite as good as Tom and the deer, but I saw sky for what felt like a long enough time to watch Titanic, and came down square on my back and my head at the same time. I could feel the landing in my teeth. My dad insisted on keeping two ropes on him, but I think that’s what freaked him out. Once it was down to me, Ricky and a halter…he did OK. Plus side of two ropes was after he bolted and knocked me on my ass, we got him wrapped up on a tree again pretty quickly.
I look forward to grilling this bastard.
He’s in the last pen he’ll see before the freezer.