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been hit with some force. A post was leaning a bit and there was a
lot of hair on the fencing. Two sets of tracks were so small they
must have been made by a fawns from that spring. The buck was jumping
between 25 and 30 feet each jump, the does were jumping about 18 to
20 feet. Several of our relatives, who hunted regularly, would come
and hunt them but never had any luck. But they were able to legally
run their dogs in the summer to keep them in shape for the upcoming
fall hunting season. We didn’t get any peas from the field but we
sure fed that herd of deer.

These old plows we borrowed from Mrs. Mills had been left at the
Mills place when it was sold several years ago. I made contact with
the Carter family who owns the farm and was given permission to get
these items as they were just rusting away. Bryan Guerry, Emory and
Doris Carter’s grandson went with me to get them, and I greatly
appreciate having something that I had actually used in farm work.
Many, many thanks to them. If I had time and the necessary skill I
would like to get her old wagon that is now just a heap of debris and
attempt to rebuild, or remanufacture it. That would be a big project
to take on. It would require some woodworking equipment I don't have,
and learning how to use any new equipment properly, before tackling
such a chore.

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