A friend sent this to me, and I thought I'd share it...
the horse lovers amongst us I'm sure can relate:
Oh boy I had a whopper of a morning in the slop today. As you know, it poured....(and poured) for 3 days solid...with torrential downstreams of huge solid cells of rain that seemed to just keep coming. I went to empty the spreader this morning (it had 1.5 days worth in it and was FULL) and was careful to drive where it usually stays "safe" Well, apparently, there is no "safe" except in my barn....and before ANY of the manure had emptied I got it stuck out on the left behind the round corral. Every cuss word in the book came out I'm sure. I'd never gotten it stuck before (!!) so this was a big nasty mess. It sank and so did the spreader...down 12 or more inches at least into the slop. Thing is, it's not normal "puddled" water....it is actually where the ground water level has connected with the top water and so its ALL water with no solid anything. So there I was...I spotted a tree thankfully somewhat in line with the direction I was heading and went and got some rope and the come along and started tying things off and ratcheting away out there, calf deep in slop. UGH. The rope broke. Oh did I mention first I had to hand shovel all the crap out of the spreader of course to lighten the load....so that took me 30 min or more with my bum shoulders aching the whole time!!! More cuss words and a few middle fingers tossed skyward at the clouds (!!) So off I went to dig up another rope (thankfully my Dad had a REAL rope in the brown truck....what a smart Dad!!) and tied some more bowline knots (knowing I'd have to re-tie them over and over as I got closer to the tree. Got it forward a bit and tried to drive it. Got stuck again and started all over. I come along it forward 4 feet in the muck and tried to drive....again stuck. YIKES Finally after the 3rd or 4th re-tying of the rope (to new trees now) and ratcheting the fence come along cable over and over I got it far enough I could just barely drive it out and up closer to the barn. Nearly got stuck almost by the barn...then finally got it to the "harder" ground where I could wash the rest of the crud out of the spreader and wash the poor Gator off from the crusted slime and muck all over it. Muck all over me, all over everything. Zephyr and Max stood munching hay....watching me with mild interest out their back stall doors the whole time....as if they were saying...."wonder why she's out there in that nasty bog in the rain while we are in here warm and dry and eating hay??? Stupid girl" GRRRRRRR Finally mission accomplished and 2.5 hours later I am in the house typing this and recovering and downing hot tea. Oh and did I mention it has stopped raining now and the sun peeked out. GRRRRRRRRRRRR. Such timing.
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The Cowgirl's Lament
The Cowgirl's Lament
valerie;1391325 wrote: A friend sent this to me, and I thought I'd share it...
the horse lovers amongst us I'm sure can relate:
Oh boy I had a whopper of a morning in the slop today. As you know, it poured....(and poured) for 3 days solid...with torrential downstreams of huge solid cells of rain that seemed to just keep coming. I went to empty the spreader this morning (it had 1.5 days worth in it and was FULL) and was careful to drive where it usually stays "safe" Well, apparently, there is no "safe" except in my barn....and before ANY of the manure had emptied I got it stuck out on the left behind the round corral. Every cuss word in the book came out I'm sure. I'd never gotten it stuck before (!!) so this was a big nasty mess. It sank and so did the spreader...down 12 or more inches at least into the slop. Thing is, it's not normal "puddled" water....it is actually where the ground water level has connected with the top water and so its ALL water with no solid anything. So there I was...I spotted a tree thankfully somewhat in line with the direction I was heading and went and got some rope and the come along and started tying things off and ratcheting away out there, calf deep in slop. UGH. The rope broke. Oh did I mention first I had to hand shovel all the crap out of the spreader of course to lighten the load....so that took me 30 min or more with my bum shoulders aching the whole time!!! More cuss words and a few middle fingers tossed skyward at the clouds (!!) So off I went to dig up another rope (thankfully my Dad had a REAL rope in the brown truck....what a smart Dad!!) and tied some more bowline knots (knowing I'd have to re-tie them over and over as I got closer to the tree. Got it forward a bit and tried to drive it. Got stuck again and started all over. I come along it forward 4 feet in the muck and tried to drive....again stuck. YIKES Finally after the 3rd or 4th re-tying of the rope (to new trees now) and ratcheting the fence come along cable over and over I got it far enough I could just barely drive it out and up closer to the barn. Nearly got stuck almost by the barn...then finally got it to the "harder" ground where I could wash the rest of the crud out of the spreader and wash the poor Gator off from the crusted slime and muck all over it. Muck all over me, all over everything. Zephyr and Max stood munching hay....watching me with mild interest out their back stall doors the whole time....as if they were saying...."wonder why she's out there in that nasty bog in the rain while we are in here warm and dry and eating hay??? Stupid girl" GRRRRRRR Finally mission accomplished and 2.5 hours later I am in the house typing this and recovering and downing hot tea. Oh and did I mention it has stopped raining now and the sun peeked out. GRRRRRRRRRRRR. Such timing.
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You have to feel for her, that sounds like the morning from Hell
the horse lovers amongst us I'm sure can relate:
Oh boy I had a whopper of a morning in the slop today. As you know, it poured....(and poured) for 3 days solid...with torrential downstreams of huge solid cells of rain that seemed to just keep coming. I went to empty the spreader this morning (it had 1.5 days worth in it and was FULL) and was careful to drive where it usually stays "safe" Well, apparently, there is no "safe" except in my barn....and before ANY of the manure had emptied I got it stuck out on the left behind the round corral. Every cuss word in the book came out I'm sure. I'd never gotten it stuck before (!!) so this was a big nasty mess. It sank and so did the spreader...down 12 or more inches at least into the slop. Thing is, it's not normal "puddled" water....it is actually where the ground water level has connected with the top water and so its ALL water with no solid anything. So there I was...I spotted a tree thankfully somewhat in line with the direction I was heading and went and got some rope and the come along and started tying things off and ratcheting away out there, calf deep in slop. UGH. The rope broke. Oh did I mention first I had to hand shovel all the crap out of the spreader of course to lighten the load....so that took me 30 min or more with my bum shoulders aching the whole time!!! More cuss words and a few middle fingers tossed skyward at the clouds (!!) So off I went to dig up another rope (thankfully my Dad had a REAL rope in the brown truck....what a smart Dad!!) and tied some more bowline knots (knowing I'd have to re-tie them over and over as I got closer to the tree. Got it forward a bit and tried to drive it. Got stuck again and started all over. I come along it forward 4 feet in the muck and tried to drive....again stuck. YIKES Finally after the 3rd or 4th re-tying of the rope (to new trees now) and ratcheting the fence come along cable over and over I got it far enough I could just barely drive it out and up closer to the barn. Nearly got stuck almost by the barn...then finally got it to the "harder" ground where I could wash the rest of the crud out of the spreader and wash the poor Gator off from the crusted slime and muck all over it. Muck all over me, all over everything. Zephyr and Max stood munching hay....watching me with mild interest out their back stall doors the whole time....as if they were saying...."wonder why she's out there in that nasty bog in the rain while we are in here warm and dry and eating hay??? Stupid girl" GRRRRRRR Finally mission accomplished and 2.5 hours later I am in the house typing this and recovering and downing hot tea. Oh and did I mention it has stopped raining now and the sun peeked out. GRRRRRRRRRRRR. Such timing.
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You have to feel for her, that sounds like the morning from Hell