Coach,
Yipes!!!! And I complain when it is in the 90s here!!!
Wayne
Wayne:
114 was a new record for out here. But it hit 115 about 20 minutes after I posted. And it is so dry. There are burnt hay bailers and hay field all up and down the highway.
I’m afraid to do any bush hogging. Hit a rock, make a spark, and everything is like gasoline right now.
Coach
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