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Been trying to tidy up the loose ends before the snow flies.
Was transferring a mix of black earth and rubble stone to the holding area.
The dump had a puddle the size of a saucer.
Rear seal?
Found out today probably the transmission front seal.
Might have to find a filler hole to check the fluid levels.
One guy said probably under the gear shift, which is a thought.
Found a farmer that will do my field next year.
We get the farm number plus income from the hay.
The neighboring Land Trust administrator called today.
Big sit down coming up with maps, surveys, titles.
Found out they're using our property for a trail.
Their property postings are on our lands.
I feel like putting a fence and gate across the trail.
2500 hickers over a long weekend. $$$

I'd wear Perfect pirate attire while holding my treasure chest open?🤣
 

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Made it to the county seat U.S.D.A. office. Nabbed a test kit for C.W.D. in a deer out of their lobby.
Opened a door and let a gal there know.
Apparently, I should have read the instructions while there.
Fill out an online order form for each sample. Print a copy for each and include it in the envelope with samples.
I don't have a printer. Dammit.
We have an old one, left to die over it's addiction to ink. But it's not mine, nor hooked up to any working computer. And I highly doubt any usable ink exists therein.

Ahh well! More delay.
 

Hatchet Jack? 50 cal. Hawkin rifle. One of the best Westerns ever!

Jacks rifle has a custom brass hatchet/hawk shaped inlay.
When Jeremia is helping Del after unburying him he states that he wouldn't leave a man without a gun (rifle?)
Del asks Johnson (Johnston, and we know he knew it was Jacks rifle) , " ain't that Hatchet Jacks rifle?" And when acknowledged asks "where's ya get it?"
Jerimia answers," found him froze to a tree."
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A while back (January) while investigating something, someone placed Elon Musk's name into my investigative mindset and because I felt bad for trying to determine if Mr. Musk fell into the who, when, where or why of it all, I created a gift design specifically for Elon and his Starlink service in the form of the Elon Music Orb.
An interesting music streaming device that is a sphere that has a south magnetic bottom and the base of the device is a north facing magnet as part of this kick-ass streaming system.
It (the sphere) levitates above the base, has hologram projection built-in and can mimic Saturn's rings to display song lyrics or anything such as advertising.
The sphere itself is a 360 degree OLED screen.
However, someone stole said design using a type of technology that is being used in a manner that "they" say is being used in a way that, it, "wasn't supposed to be this way"
Be afraid of the day, which is now a reality that technology can read your mind process and literally steal everything from you.
It makes you think, "too many secrets and we, us and the human population are no longer entitled to our own private thoughts.
I'm fighting back for ALL of you, while sacrificing my own life.
I think I'm winning and would indeed if I could actually get a phone call through to the actual FBI. Call redirection is a problem.
Where does it all lead ?
How do you fight a group hell-bent on controlling the population through a kind of subliminal messaging delivered via a six micron chip ?
Dang it!
If Mr. Musk sees this, I'll bet my infected legs that he knows what it is..
Some of you are NASA.. please let him know.
"Dear mr Musk.......a person I knows had his orb stolen by someone using mind reading technology please deploy starlink satellites with mind reading chip blocking technology over his house. Thank you."
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Been trying to tidy up the loose ends before the snow flies.
First freezing rain and now you get snow flies!? They must come in swarms by the sound of it as you seem in a hurry. Here the flies only really like the warm weather and we rarely see them in winter. Man you live in a very strange place.
 

Last week I met a guy at the feed store. I stated that I had missed his talk on old bottles, and his display.
I asked him did he purchase them, or dig them?

He stated that he dug a little bit, but the majority of them were purchased through various sales.

I asked him a few more questions, and threw a few knowledgable points his way.

Lets say it was a tennis/ping pong match-except I am playing Wimbledon, and he's a step above the Chimp in the lab playing that game of table tennis.(Be nice Pepper)

Well I kind of like this guy as much as most folks do-usual reply is "Oh Geez-Not Bob"

Anyways I showed him a few photos of some bottles-

"You should be giving talks and shows!"

Nope that will never happen. :laughing7:

Then detecting came up when he saw some pictures-then told him I found a gold coin a year ago.

"I have a metal detector"

What make?

:dontknow:
Well where did you buy it?

"Canadian Tire"

Bounty Hunter
I showed him the burnt LC I found in the corn field that I just got a few minutes before.

"Gee I haven't found one yet"

Then I casually stated that I probably have 600-700 of them now.

"Can I go detecting with you?"

It's really a solitary past time that I really cherish-NOPE

Now this guy actually squirmed physically like a little girl, and asked me again.

Bile was burning the throat, and I just said I had to get going after another no.
I don't bile easily but I sure wanted a shower for some reason-YAK!
(He was a school teacher-and my vibe meter peaks looking at this guy)

I really thought about what if I was seen out in a corn field with that guy?
Move, crawl under a rock, deny and lie :dontknow:

I Love my dog more everyday-Truth.
 

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