I wascarrying my tackle box, fishing rod and a stringer with our walleyepike on it. As we walked into the cabin I was shocked to see four menwaiting ...here for us. They were the same four bums that had whistledat Mary back in town. I asked, "What the hell are you doing here?This cabin is rented to us." The big man in the red flannel shirtslapped me hard across the face and said, "Shut the hell up you sissybitch." I was stunned both by the blow and his statement. He told me,"Put that stuff. We had to move toward the back of the canyon to find many trees of any size. The horses moved away from us as we came but they didn't panic. I tried to space out my selections, knowing we'd need some to stay for shade, but I didn't need that many and there were plenty of them.I cut one fairly large tree, about twelve to fourteen inches in diameter, for gate posts. It was tall enough to make two. After delimbing it and cutting it in two, I pointed where the middle of the fence was going to be. Sophie looked at the bulge in my pants due to the hard-on that was under it. “Oh God, my body is having such an effect on you?”What? What did she say? Is she asking me or is that an affirmative comment which she wants me to confirm? Finally I thought that since it had gone so far, why not test my luck and so I replied, “Yes ma’am, it is in this state since you have entered and it’s not ready to give up.”“But this won’t be subdued until you do something about it.” This time she had a naughty. On the road I let my mind work over the changes that happened in my life, culminating in this weekend.Rings. The girl needs a ring. I need a ring. That's a goal. I'll talk with her about it. I have no idea of what she might have in mind. I can afford a sizable chunk of ornamental carbon, if she wishes.Eight hours of work and I get a couple of comments about me not seeming quite so tightly wound as normal. I'm hoping it's the new normal.Today I have more of a reason to hurry home than just the.