Strange week around here. Last Tuesday I had my brother helping me tear out some big beaver dams (6-8' tall) and I had a bad spell. Thought I had a heart attack or something. Had to sit on the dam while my brother finished tearing out the dam. Head rushes and tingling from heart up. Tough place to be with no phone reception and a 1 1/4 mile walk back out to the truck. My brother carried out the traps. Took about 1/2 hour before I could stand up and get my feet under me for the walk out. Bad enough I let my brother drive my truck home ( 87 miles) ! Felt good enough to eat something about half way home. Wife put me on a short leash Wednesday and Thursday. My wife and daughter (RN) hounded me to go get checked out so made an appointment at the VA facility in St. Cloud. Spent 5 hours there Friday, taking all kinds of exams, xrays, MRI, EKG, etc and found nothing wrong. Said my sugar count was a little high but we had eaten about an hour before having blood drawn. Doc is scheduling a stress test for me the next couple weeks or so. Gave me some steroids to take for my smokers cough and an antibiotic to open my airways some. Gave me the smoking lecture, he being a 72 yr old who quit at 60 himself. LOL Doc said I wasn't 40 anymore and should take it easy,
at least until the stress test. No dam removal, especially on hot days, which there shouldn't be any more of this year.
On the way home we got a call that our second great grandchild, a girl (Delaney Jo 6 lbs 1.8 oz.) was just born. Mother and child both in good shape. That is 7 grandchildren and two great grand children for us so far.
Second phone call was from the county foreman with another beaver contract. Told the wife I would go set it up Monday since there wasn't anything wrong with me. Got the "bad eye" for that one.
The wife had plans with her "Garage Sale Goddess" friends to make a day of the Little Falls Craft show today, so I got some piece and quiet in the shop today. Wife made me promise I wouldn't go set up the beaver contract. My Grandson brought over his Springer pup (Cash) so I could watch him a couple days while he spends a couple days with the new baby and wife at the hospital, whom I just caught chewing up one of my shoes when I took this picture. LOL
Sooo, since the wife grounded me, and the puppy needed a babysitter, I fired up the pots and cast some 12 gauge slugs. My grandson and I have been having a blast shooting clay pigeons at 50 yards with that Rem. 870 Express 12 (combine gun) I picked up a while back and refinished.