When I grow up

I was going to post this before we left on vacation but I got too busy packing my 30 outfits, 15 pairs of shoes, and 3 purses. So now that I am about done washing and putting away all those clothes I have time to post a classic Farm Boy story. The weekend before we left on vacation I was spending the Saturday at my in-laws home having a yard sale. My husband on the other hand had brush piles to burn. So he took his might green tractor out and away he went with propane torch in hand. You know this is going to be good, don't you.

So we sat there praying for customers to come to our yard sale and my sister in law received a phone call from Farm Boy to bring the truck. The propane torch was not doing its job to satisfy Farm Boy's desire of a fire so he needed a little extra juice in the form of diesel. Since I was not being of any help bringing in the customers for the yard sale I thought I would go along for the ride of it (and also to make sure Farm Boy didn't blow himself up).



This is the scene we came up. The brush is not burning and Farm Boy is examining the torch. 

Mighty brush fire, little torch. 

Let me interpret Farm Boy's thoughts here "This isn't doing the job, if I tweak the propane a little more then maybe I will get the flame I want"

Farm Boy thoughts continue... "Let's give er a try"

 Farm Boy thoughts continue... "While that flame is nice, not quite what I am going for"

This just isn't cutting it in Farm Boy's mind. He wants a big fire and wants a big fire now! So he shall spray the brush with a little diesel just to get the brush fire started.

 

Now this flame is exactly what he wanted. Notice the bright orange flame, and the thick black smoke. The perfect combination. This is what makes a fireman out of a Farm Boy.

The end of the story goes like this: Two hours later the fire and smoke was out with no injuries and the brush piles are still sitting in the field.

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