I was also a little pudgy thing back then. Of course, that part hasn’t changed all that much… however I have made a LOT of progress since then and look forward to showing you how I did it!
But back to the Angel story.
My Dad and I went hunting. It was one of the last weeks of November and we were up on a high bluff above the property. The property had been logged off nicely. Only trees that showed distress or had some damage were cut down. This is a good way to log, not just clear cutting everything. As a result some of the old logging roads were still up there and while they hadn’t been used in many years, they were still passable.
My dad took a shot at a deer but hadn’t got it. I was getting cold and it was time to head back down the hill. My dad turned around on top of the bluff on the old logging road. When he had the back wheels of the old pick up in the middle of the logging road, the truck started to spin on the icy grass. We couldn’t go forward as that was the end of the road and the cliff started. We couldn’t go backwards because of the icy grass and the tires just weren’t getting any traction.
Because I was a chubby little thing, Dad told me