well...after bein admonished...and advised "only one ewe you"
(see?...they are a riot...)
it's off to the pole tossing competition....
they decided i should start off with one of the smaller poles...which by the way seemed about the size of your standard telephone pole...
i couldn't lift it....so...they sent some lads to help me get the pole to the tossing area...and even helped me get it ready to toss....
so...there i am...trying to balance this thing so i coud throw it before it smooshes me....
i go about 6 steps to the left....8 steps to the right...5 steps backwards....6 more steps to the left...and...
i dropped it....right across the fence of the sheep pen..
which allowed the sheeps to escape...
some called it a stampede...and in fact, at first, the wooly beasts seemd happy to be free...running, jumping, farting and frolicing all over the field...
but...and even though no one has admitted it...sheeps escaping must have happened before...
none of the sheeps got too far away...because these little black & white dogs rounded them up pretty quick...
of course, by that time...i watched the round up from the safety of my RV...
where I passed out...and where i woke up the next morning ....with a post it note on the refrigerator "Coffee's in the house - - went shopping" from Princess Ariel...
well...I am happy to report...that was the end of my sheep-shearing...pole tossing...and the last time i shook hands with the demon rum...
oh.....and the last time icalled Angus Agnes....who i still keep in contact with...good people...