Friday, June 19, 2009

Muck Boot Endorsement

A couple of weeks ago I got an email from Muck Boots Online
offering to send me a free pair of muck boots in exchange for a review on the blog and a link to their site. Their thought was to have some farmers with blogs put the boots through their paces and report back with their findings.

Being that we have had rain something like 19 of the last 28 days I have had plenty of muck and high wet grass to try them out in. Muck Boots have my ringing endorsement. They are quite comfortable (I have had them on all day most days since it has been so wet), and the treads are aggressive enough to keep me upright on the perilous chicken manure slick that is left after I move the pasture pens. The boots I got (The 15 inch Hoser model) have the top part made out of something that is stretchy enough to fit over my burly man gams, and breathable enough that they don't get very sweaty like boots that are rubber all the way to the top do. They really are nice.

All I can hope now is that the people at John Deere and New Holland aren't asleep at the switch. I would be open to giving a review on a tractor (70 horsepower or greater please) and a new hay mower. Or a cattle trailer. Really, I'm open to all offers.

Tuesday, June 09, 2009

(Drilling) Mud Puppy

Tibby After a Bath

Tibby our old (13) Black Lab /Dalmatian doesn't like loud noises. Last night a thunderstorm blew through and there was one particular clap of thunder that seemed to knock everyone in the neighborhood out of bed.
Well, when I got out this morning I didn't see Tibby anywhere, but I didn't really think anything of it.
Then about 6:30 the phone rang and it was one of the guys from the gas well drilling rig about 3/4 of a mile to the east of us. He told me that they had spotted this dog cowering down in their drilling mud pit and had pulled her out, and got our number off of her collar, which I thought was pretty nice. My understanding of the drilling mud was that it was a slurry of clay and water that they use to cool the drilling bits, but I figured I had better call Cabot and make sure I didn't need I Hazmat suit on to give her a bath. They told me that's all it is, so here's hoping it's true.

The Well Site from Clodhopper Farm