When I was a kid from 8 - 10 years old, one of my task that I enjoyed was driving the cow from the back pasture to the barnyard pen. My granddad (Pap) had bought a really nice smaller diameter bullwhip which I considered mine. I loved picking flower off the bitterweeds. Wanting to be another Lash LaRue I also would try to chase my brother and trip him with the whip. He was not usually willing to be the victim.

My flies find enough leaves and branches now, I'm not sure I want to develop muscle memory to hit the leaf. Also I was recently given permission to access a local pond, which I am told has fish in it.