The little legume had coped with a lot in recent months. He'd got used to his new owner and enjoyed an active life in the rolling wooded Maryland countryside. Walks in the woods, fishing in a local lake, and traveling with his owner. There were some very long car trips with many hours of boredom in the pocket. But then there were very memorable times. The clear thin air of the high Sierra's on a chill morning with fresh trout to clean, and hot dog sticks to make for the owners granddaughter was a great time.
But then came the time of chaos. It was after the road trip to Texas and the return to Maryland that the time of boxes came. Boxes and more boxes. Then the rolls of tape. The little 'nut was put to work on rolls of bubble wrap, tape, shrink wrap. The little knife wasn't sure what was going on, but there was an air of expectancy in the air. The whole world seemed to be packed away in boxes. Then there was the trip in the big yellow truck. Days of bouncing down the road, cutting open plastic food wrappers, and more chaos. Unpacking and moving between storage units and a stone house. Cutting off bubble wrap and shrink wrap, and tape wrapped boxes. Added to that, the peanut had to share pocket space with a little plier tool. The blue plier tool got used on a lot of occasions, but not for cutting. For that, the owner's hand always sought out the mighty little legume, leaving the blue Leatherman to deal with the more mundane jobs like rusty old screws. Remmy, as the owner was prone to calling the 'nut, was the go-to cutting tool, and Remmy was proud to take that title. So often the little legume would here the owner say, "let Remmy handle that," or "Remmy will have that box open in a few seconds."
Then a new life stated. Gone was the familiar eastern hardwood forest the little peanut was used to being in with his owner. Now, there was mesquite trees and Spanish oaks and live oaks. There was new vegetation with dangerous spines, called cactus. There was fishing on a lake bigger than the lake back back in Maryland, with a huge bright blue Texas sky over head. The sun seemed brighter here, and the peanut was glad his blades were a muted gray patina. But the pan fish seems the same, and a day on the big lake seemed very similar to the lake back in Maryland where the little knife had accompanied his opener on many trips. The peanut even sliced up some cactus to experiment on consuming in something the owner called a 'survival drill.' The cactus juice added an interesting staining to the blades patina.
Slowly, the little Camillus peanut adjusted to the new life in a strange place. The owner kept the little legume sharp and oiled, and they explored the local country side. There was jerky to slice a piece off of, and lots of small chores to take care of. The owner dripped a bit of fresh mineral oil in the joints and honed the blade on a coffee mug bottom to keep it in good shape.
Here, Remmy climbs a stump to get a better view of Lake Georgetown.
The Remington 'nut, AKA Remmy, tastes some cactus.
Remmy points the way down a Hill Country trail. Lots of mesquite and cedar thickets.
But then came the time of chaos. It was after the road trip to Texas and the return to Maryland that the time of boxes came. Boxes and more boxes. Then the rolls of tape. The little 'nut was put to work on rolls of bubble wrap, tape, shrink wrap. The little knife wasn't sure what was going on, but there was an air of expectancy in the air. The whole world seemed to be packed away in boxes. Then there was the trip in the big yellow truck. Days of bouncing down the road, cutting open plastic food wrappers, and more chaos. Unpacking and moving between storage units and a stone house. Cutting off bubble wrap and shrink wrap, and tape wrapped boxes. Added to that, the peanut had to share pocket space with a little plier tool. The blue plier tool got used on a lot of occasions, but not for cutting. For that, the owner's hand always sought out the mighty little legume, leaving the blue Leatherman to deal with the more mundane jobs like rusty old screws. Remmy, as the owner was prone to calling the 'nut, was the go-to cutting tool, and Remmy was proud to take that title. So often the little legume would here the owner say, "let Remmy handle that," or "Remmy will have that box open in a few seconds."
Then a new life stated. Gone was the familiar eastern hardwood forest the little peanut was used to being in with his owner. Now, there was mesquite trees and Spanish oaks and live oaks. There was new vegetation with dangerous spines, called cactus. There was fishing on a lake bigger than the lake back back in Maryland, with a huge bright blue Texas sky over head. The sun seemed brighter here, and the peanut was glad his blades were a muted gray patina. But the pan fish seems the same, and a day on the big lake seemed very similar to the lake back in Maryland where the little knife had accompanied his opener on many trips. The peanut even sliced up some cactus to experiment on consuming in something the owner called a 'survival drill.' The cactus juice added an interesting staining to the blades patina.
Slowly, the little Camillus peanut adjusted to the new life in a strange place. The owner kept the little legume sharp and oiled, and they explored the local country side. There was jerky to slice a piece off of, and lots of small chores to take care of. The owner dripped a bit of fresh mineral oil in the joints and honed the blade on a coffee mug bottom to keep it in good shape.
Here, Remmy climbs a stump to get a better view of Lake Georgetown.
The Remington 'nut, AKA Remmy, tastes some cactus.
Remmy points the way down a Hill Country trail. Lots of mesquite and cedar thickets.
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The weather down here has been really nice so far this year!
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