Been a busy few days. Worked until Thursday, have 5 days off but decided to take on some more OT as there is plenty for us to collect. 12 hours last night for the neighbouring office. Barely made it home as I was the walking dead. Got less than nothing for sleep and called out by my home office. Usual shit coming unglued. Put in 8 hours and had to pull the pin.
My wife is busier than I and she stepped up last minute to help the mounted shooting club and try and salvage the food booth for the weekend. She is exhausted and she can barely walk due to her injured ankle. A few people came to the booth and gave her some of their entitled attitude. I don't stand for that crap and f them as we are packing up the booth tomorrow morning. This is fine as I also have to leave for Regina to a family wedding. My wife may not be able to go due to an injured horse. But that's fine because I had booked Tuesday off and now apparently I have work related crap to attend to and will cut my family time short. My brothers and their families are down from BC and Alberta, would be nice to visit but I have this lovely job..... Waiting on a call from the Crown with some hopeful news that I am not needed.
I see some guys on this board having issues at work, not having the stability and such. I feel for you guys and don't wish that on any decent person. But on the flip side, my job has as much security as they come but it is at a very high personal cost.
On that note... I am set to come home after my last shift on Thursday and just as I am leaving, my wife calls me to say that one of the buffalo across the road has gotten out. No big deal as it happens but this bull has taken to our yard and found a nice shady spot just outside our dining room. He sure liked eating all the flowers. I get home and this guy is just hanging out. I chase him off with my C1500. He barely cares and I have to weasel in and out of the ditch and field to ensure he does not flank our yard. I get him going down the road and return home. Cant reach the one contact we have for the herd. Anyway, a few hours later I am on the perimeter doing some fence bracing. By the way, the new 16" bar and chain work like a hot damn!! So I am working and then hear some grass moving and here is the bull, wandering my way, about 100 feet away. I yell at the family as he is now between them and I. I yell at them to watch out. The kids, my wife and 2 other people are in the yard with the horses. I then hop into the C1500 and chase him the other way, through my yard and back out on the road. Bastard. Nice assed animal but a bastard.
Well we still could not reach the owners so I say enough is enough. I go to the gun locker and pick my poison. I figure if I have to cap this animal, I have to do it in style. I grab my 1950 Longbranch number 4 mark 1, numbers matching Lee Enfield. I do a patrol of the yard but the bull is gone. Well it was nice out so the wife gave me a haircut on the front step. Now I love the country side and all that it offers, including the ability to act like a red neck honky. So I am sitting on the step in my underwear, sandals, getting a hair cut and holding a big ass rifle.
All I can say is that I am living the dream..... one day at a time....
. Not fun. Nice place tho and reasonable rates. Unfortunately they're booked for the weekend so we may have to leave unless there's a cancellation. Otherwise, it's back to my son's driveway for the weekend as my younger son is coming up to see his niece with his girlfriend.
Nothing was taken, or touched as far as I could tell. No idea WTH was going through my head, checked the camera footage, and sure enough, I pulled out of the garage, hit the brakes for a split second, and pulled right off. Usually I'll stop in the driveway, put on my key card, startup torque, close the garage, and THEN go. 
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