Yesterday we loaded up Mr Goat, the Tote Gote, and the Heald that my son recently completed and headed to our farm for a family day of some riding, shooting, and road and tree work. The ground was too wet to drive back to the back pond or the shooting range so we parked at the gate, unhitched the trailer that carried the bikes from the Suburban, hitched it to Mr Goat, loaded the guns and shooting accessories, a hundred pounds of corn for the deer and other animals, and tools on the trailer and Mr goat pulled the trailer the half mile back to the range.
From there we loaded the corn on Mr Goat and all rode to the areas we had previously spread mineral salts and dicalcium phosphate. Coming back from one of the spots through the woods, a berry vine caught my wife's leg and she ran into a tree branch and fell over. The branch gave her a fat lip but she didn't let that stop her fun.
We then set up targets and my wife put a few hundred rounds through her pistol while my son and I sighted in and tested a switch barrel set up that I made for an H&R single shot rifle.
Then it was time for work. Using a battery powered sawsall we trimmed all the dead lower branches from the pine trees and any overhanging branches on the range and the road. That was the easy part. Picking up the branches and making a nice brush pile for the rabbits, birds, or other small animals left me not wanting to move much today. We took one last ride over the farm, loaded everything onto the trailer, and Mr Goat pulled it back to the Suburban. I think I came close to Mr Goats limits coming up the 30 degree hill from the range. It pulled the load ok but I could tell that the chain was stressed. Perhaps I should have used a number 50 chain as my son suggested when I built it.
From there we loaded the corn on Mr Goat and all rode to the areas we had previously spread mineral salts and dicalcium phosphate. Coming back from one of the spots through the woods, a berry vine caught my wife's leg and she ran into a tree branch and fell over. The branch gave her a fat lip but she didn't let that stop her fun.
We then set up targets and my wife put a few hundred rounds through her pistol while my son and I sighted in and tested a switch barrel set up that I made for an H&R single shot rifle.
Then it was time for work. Using a battery powered sawsall we trimmed all the dead lower branches from the pine trees and any overhanging branches on the range and the road. That was the easy part. Picking up the branches and making a nice brush pile for the rabbits, birds, or other small animals left me not wanting to move much today. We took one last ride over the farm, loaded everything onto the trailer, and Mr Goat pulled it back to the Suburban. I think I came close to Mr Goats limits coming up the 30 degree hill from the range. It pulled the load ok but I could tell that the chain was stressed. Perhaps I should have used a number 50 chain as my son suggested when I built it.
