Beers replenished, we rode over to a neighbours farm to check out the hunting hides and paths they had created on 200 acres of farming and hunting land.
Despite it being my last night or afternoon in the US, I felt such a strong affiliation with these people, real people, honest people who had taken me into their world.
Dennis is the consummate host and friend.
During this trip, I had learned more about him and his totally unselfish and generous ways.
You would have to go a very long way to meet another quite like him.
Off into the Soy bean fields.
At one point I made him stop and reverse to this thistle....
Look at the second from bottom left flower.....
Neighbours pond.
Seems they are only tenants, but have put masses of work into the land they do not even own.
Then we headed home as Debbie had bought, you better believe it.......
2.5 inch thick mature fillets on Saturday for Dennis to cook.
With amstrip,of streaky bacon around the edges held in place with a tooth pic, theymlitterally fel apart on your plate, cooked to medium rare.
I had a Rum and Pepsi to celebrate my last evening.
Thinking this was it.
But not Dennis......
Nooooooooo
Gary who we met at the auction on Sunday morning had bought a few things.
So,after dinner, armed with more beers, in the golf cart, we headed into the sunset, a few miles away.
State of the day when we headed out.
Have I mentioned adventure??
Or that things just never are boring around Dennis or any of his mates??
Seen me dirt farm road connections, then asphalt.
Hammer down
Eventually into the estate where Gary lives.
Gary, all round good guy, plumber by day.
His son Paul's pride and joy.
Cutouts.....
More in a while.