SOHIO
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I was cruisin to one of my spots the other day, had kashmir pumpin out my alpines, had all day in front of me I was excited. I knew I was going to come home with something. Parked, got out and headed up the hill like I owned the world. Fast forward 10 minutes and I am soaked with sweat, hittin my inhaler, 20 or so mosquito bites tallying up (had at least 100 before I left). half hr in i get to digging. it only got worse from there this is all i could pull out in the short time i lasted. the pc with clams is pottery I'm gettin too old. brokes the story of my life. maybe i should just be like you cornfield sissies .








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I know what you mean I've been diggin points for little over 20 years rarely go in a cornfield, dug wild herbal roots for a living more than 10 years, and there always seems to be something needin dug around the house like fence posts drainage along the driveway etc , im sick of diggin (kinda) once you start though its hard to stop. walkin cornfields is sounding pretty good lately though. Actually I have walked a few this spring. may have to hit some streams too. don't think i could do the dorky belt though









