"So after the turkeys chased him back into his car, he finally made it through the gate. I could hear him scraping the oil pan on the cattle guard all the way up at the house. He had some trouble with that wash I've been meaning to fill in."
"Stop it Bill, you're killing me!
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"No, I'm serious. So the guy gets out of the car, looks at me over the fence, and then walks up to the house. I don't know how many times he rang the bell before finally wandering over to the fence. And, he just stares at me, like I'm supposed to stop jogging that gelding and run right over to jaw with him.
So, finally he puts his pinky out like this here, see, and says, 'that horse will look right fine with a proper saddle and the young master atop her,' or some crap like that.
And then he says...get this...Lenn, you gotta hear this. He says, 'look here, chap, I've come for the deed and to collect the guns for her majesty. Is the owner about?' No kidding. Just like that."
"So, he hasn't made it back from the blind, yet?"
"Naw. I told him the owner was in that blind up on rattlesnake hill, you know the one we found all the wasps' nests in? I told him the 'owner' was hard of hearing so he needs to knock real loud!"