Anonymous/Hatch said...Foth, are you sure Einar isn't really a transplanted southerner? Sure seems an awful lot like the twisted humor me and my relatives have. And make that chopper go on OVER the ridge away from them, I sure want them to get their goat, two would be preferable.
Well, he’s spent time in the South here and there, but I guess the twisted sense of humor has mostly just come from a lifetime of living--a lot of times you’ve just got to either laugh or cry, and it’s generally better to find a way to laugh…
Anonymous/PJ said...Thank you so much for another chapter,and thank you for your dedication in writing and posting stories. I have learned alot from reading your stories.
Thanks for reading. Glad to hear you’re getting some useful information from the stories, that’s what it’s all about!
Anonymous/EdD270 said...Whew! That dang helicopter shows up at the worst times! Glad they're doing OK, and are about to get a goat, good meat and a GREAT hide for winter wrap.Thanks for the great chapters, FOTH.
Helicopter keeps them from getting complacent, so it’ can’t be all bad, I guess, though sure seems like it whenever it’s buzzing overhead…
Anonymous/TheFishinMagician said...Yep...They need this! Maybe two, if their luck holds. A goat or two and the Elk hide they found at the start of the journey will go a long way to helping our "mountain family" through this winter!
It certainly will! That’s some very warm wool and hair.
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