Here’s some more of our more humble, “less glamorous” forms of being a custom mowing contractor.
Miles of fence line and pond’s edge weed wacking. It feels like it’ll never end.
In a good way, it keeps you in shape, and keeps the “guns toned” and the belly flat.
I just give the universal greeting sign to people who say “Americans don’t want to work hard anymore”. It’s BS.
Hard work is a blessing, just too many people out there too ignorant to believe it what a blessing it is.
Taking a break to grab a picture. You can see the Stihl weed wacker against the fence and the Ram & Challenger in the background.
Here’s the fence along the old railroad berm on the right. It’s really getting covered up with woods and trees now. Been out of service since the 70’s because of the downturn of PA industry.
Here’s another view of the berm after I weed wacked this stretch of fence.
Another view of the RR berm. I’m making progress. 82 degrees feels really hot in late October.
Bahhhh, I don’t need any help from you guys! lol