Hick enjoyed a full Saturday off today. That's because they have a guy out sick at work, and the other supervisor of that department didn't want to work on Saturday, and didn't order a replacement to work back-to-back shifts to get on the day schedule. So Hick had no machines running that he had to troubleshoot and repair. Too bad, so sad.
Hick made the most of his morning, before meeting The Grandma's House Night-Spending Pony at the bowling alley for his league. Off Hick went to trim some cedars. That's the story he gave me. Even though I questioned whether that was a good idea to work by himself with a chainsaw. Hick pooh-poohed my concern, and took off towards the BARn with both dogs yapping at the tires of his Gator. Heh, heh. I said pooh pooh. You know what THAT sounds like!
Imagine my surprise 90 minutes later when T-Hoe lurched up the gravel hill across the Great Chasm left by Thursday's torrential rains, and saw...
HICK PICKING UP WOOD FROM THE SIDE OF THE ROAD!
"What are you doing?"
"I'm picking up this wood." Indeed. It was in firewood-length sections, 4-6 inches in diameter. He already had the back of the Gator half full.
"Whose land is that?"
"It's the ROAD'S land!"
"It is not. That land belongs to somebody. They're going to catch you stealing wood, just like that guy down by the creek who caught you stealing his pile of gravel with a shovel on the fourth load you put in the Gator."
"I thought that gravel just washed up out of the creek during high water."
"Yeah. In a mound like when it pours out of a dump truck."
"Well, I stopped when he asked me what I was doing."
"Uh huh. Half his gravel pile was gone. You're lucky he wasn't one of the CRAZY hillbillies."
"This is just scraps left from when Ameren was out here trimming branches."
"Still. It's on SOMEBODY'S land. Not yours. You need to stop that and go trim your own trees like you said."
"Whatever." Hick continued to pick up the pre-sawn logs.
He's going to come to no good end one of these days.