We’re selling 3000 head of geese a week from Tuesday. I’m not making this up. It’s fitting, really. I got my ass kicked by a goose when I was a kid. The thing came at me, wings dispread, head locked down in attack position. I was only four or five at the time, but I guess I had already figured out how to piss off poultry.
My truck is going to have its transmission rebuilt in addition to the new clutch. I figured $1800 was a better amount to spend than $800.
Getting ready for this weekend. It’s frustrating, managing the laundry list of things to do before heading to Bobby T’s, including ensuring my crew is ready for the auction in Lincoln, NE, tomorrow in my absence.
Bid on the geese. Put them in your freezer. Make pillows. Feed them to your lion herd.