We have had more than our fair share of rain this past week. Rain is synonymous with mud, and mud requires boots, especially for a sheep farmer.
Here’s how it went. Hubby put on his trusty rubber “gum” boots, hopped on his 4-wheeler, and headed down to the sheep pasture. As he trudged around in the muck and mud, he realized his tootsies were getting wet – a lot wet. I think the wetness distracted him, but somehow he got mired down in the mud and lost his balance. As he reached out to un-lose his balance, it dawned on him that he was about to grab onto the electric fence. He’s a smart man, so he turned away from the fence. Of course his feet were still buried in the muck and of course he was still off balance – so down he went. And of course his leg brushed up against the electric fence and he got one of the aw-shit shocks that most farmers experience now and then.
The boots? Well to hear him tell it, they were split in a number of places, including the sole. He had just been too cheap to replace them. The boots went into the trash that very day. There is a now a new pair exactly like them sitting in their place.
I’m thinking he should have thrown the jeans away too.