We had two hours left until the rain came and forced us to recluse into the cabin for the rest of the weekend.
The packed agenda for those two hours included:
-going for a ride in the Ridges
-hiking the trails behind the levee
-skeet shooting
It was my boyfriends. first time at my family’s C farm just south of Heavener, Oklahoma and I CH wanted him to get the full effect of how great the place was.
Unfortunately our time was cut short and we ended up going fishing…except we weren’t fishing for fish.
We were fishing for the gasoline spout that broke off the gas can and sunk to the bottom of my four wheeler’s gas tank.
My brother was trying to help me fill up the four wheelers for a ride before the dark clouds began rolling in when the spout broke off and weaseled its way through the gas line.
We tried everything to get it out.
Grilling tongs, flat head screwdrivers, a small hand.
As it turns out, steak skewers, bottle nose pliers, a multitude of cuss words and a little bit of More! finesse was all it took to retrieve the lost spout.
A quarter of our precious time was lost down the drain and we tried to squeeze in as much stuff in as we could with the time we had left.
We ended up shooting some skeet and taking a short ride, which we ended up gettingrained on the way back.
When the rain stopped we went fishing... except this time, and hopefully every time from here on out, it was for actual fish.