Bishop...that's too much.
I kind of stumbled onto the tank by accident. I was walking the dogs on a old place we used to rent looking for Osage, (I found some nice trees too, but that will be a different post). I came upon a gully with a bunch of trash, and the whole toilet was there, shinning in the sun, (que choir music). I found an old wheel drum to break it into small enough pieces to haul out, (and yes, I cut my self
) I had almost a mile to trek to get back to the road. As I was walking out, I passed a tank battery where they were pulling oil off into tankers. The guy doing the pumping saw me and had to wonder what in the world I was up to, (take Bishop's hypothetical script and change the words a little and that's probably how it would have gone had the guy had the nerve to ask me what in the world I was doing. Luckily he was polite and let it go.
). When I got back to the house, my wife just shook her head. She was polite too and didn't ask "why?".
While I said it was my first point, it wasn't my first try. I've busted one or two or whacked then down to nothing trying to get rid of those pesky steps and hinges.
. It's just the first one that looked like something at the end of the day.
I'm up for a Knapping "tank off". Sounds like fun.
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