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So, I am sure this post will not qualify for points but if your like me it may come in handy.
Saturday evening after the big KCI Gun & Knife show, I get home and decide to mow the 5.5 acres of grass around the home. Let's see if I'm ready, zero turn...check, ear plugs...check, can of cope...check, BK14 on TDI clip...check. Then the fun begins. 2. 75 hours later, I'm done. Time to put everything away, zero turn...cleaned up and parked, ear plugs...washed up for re-use, can of cope...still with me, BK14 on TDI clip...
DAMN! And no where to be seen. :grumpy:
Again, if your like me, picture anger, sadness, irritation and high anxiety. I hate loosing my keys but my Eskabar, tha's unthinkable. So I initiate a search grid in the dark and with flashlight in hand I go to searching. I check all the places I got off to, well check on things.
At 0130 I give up but plan to resume the search in the AM.
Move ahaead seven hours and of course it's raining. However, I'm "saddling up" for the S&R. Then as Fortune would have it the wife and I spot a great Dane dodging traffic down the road by the chicken farmers spread. She grabs her leash and like a rocket is off for another canine rescue. Meanwhile, with preps finished I exit the front door to seek out my little lost knife.
I meet the wife on the porch with the pooch in tow. He was hungry, I know because he wanted to eat my foot. THEN, she reaches out me and hands me a knife. Yep, it's my modded 14, wet, cold and in dire need of immediate attention.
Her response: "All that for a knife". Well, imperinance aside, I hugged & kissed her and thanked her profusely. Now, after this pathetic little tale of woe you may be asking yourself, "What the hell does this have to do with anything"?.
There is a morel to the story. It is this this:
Loose a Becker...let your wife find it. She finds everything else you loose or hide!
Saturday evening after the big KCI Gun & Knife show, I get home and decide to mow the 5.5 acres of grass around the home. Let's see if I'm ready, zero turn...check, ear plugs...check, can of cope...check, BK14 on TDI clip...check. Then the fun begins. 2. 75 hours later, I'm done. Time to put everything away, zero turn...cleaned up and parked, ear plugs...washed up for re-use, can of cope...still with me, BK14 on TDI clip...
DAMN! And no where to be seen. :grumpy:
Again, if your like me, picture anger, sadness, irritation and high anxiety. I hate loosing my keys but my Eskabar, tha's unthinkable. So I initiate a search grid in the dark and with flashlight in hand I go to searching. I check all the places I got off to, well check on things.
At 0130 I give up but plan to resume the search in the AM.
Move ahaead seven hours and of course it's raining. However, I'm "saddling up" for the S&R. Then as Fortune would have it the wife and I spot a great Dane dodging traffic down the road by the chicken farmers spread. She grabs her leash and like a rocket is off for another canine rescue. Meanwhile, with preps finished I exit the front door to seek out my little lost knife.
I meet the wife on the porch with the pooch in tow. He was hungry, I know because he wanted to eat my foot. THEN, she reaches out me and hands me a knife. Yep, it's my modded 14, wet, cold and in dire need of immediate attention.
Her response: "All that for a knife". Well, imperinance aside, I hugged & kissed her and thanked her profusely. Now, after this pathetic little tale of woe you may be asking yourself, "What the hell does this have to do with anything"?.
There is a morel to the story. It is this this:
Loose a Becker...let your wife find it. She finds everything else you loose or hide!
