Sorry...

if you're following the blog on Chopcult Blogdump. My wonderful proofreader and publisher(my wife) published the last few posts out of chronological order, so we republished and deleted the out of order posts, but duplicate posts still showed up in the Blogdump.

Shovelfest VIII Friday Part 4

Does Trish know that Betty is on Tim's Bike?




Len is hot.


JC is ready to kick this party.


Full on kraut.


So I kept calling Peaches Trav last year. Now he understands why.

Shovelfest VIII Friday Part 3

"Yep." "Yep." "Uh-huh."


I finally managed to return Wild Bill's screwdriver that I borrowed from him in Fatteye, IL two years ago. I saw him later and he said he lent it out again before the weekend was out.







These parts bins and stump were just minding their own business and Slabside Mike decided to back over them for no particular reason.


Chows on.






Knucklebucket and me.

Shovelfest VIII Friday Part 2

Off to Rock Island State Park. It's a long walk down the rocks, and it's a longer walk out. DO NOT GO TO THE LEFT at bottom of the stairs.

Shovelfest VIII Friday Part 1

Good Friday Morning!


Sonny Dukes on hand taking pictures. A real photographer with a camera that's not a phone and that actually cost more than a 100 bucks.


"See how nice this Cannon is? Much nicer than what I used back in the day."


Time to wrench.

Shovelfest VIII Thursday Part 3

The THINGS' famous fish fry and shrimp boil, too.


"I have never seen a handle of Fireball before! So smooth and warming."








"See the Android is WAAAYYYY better than the iPhone."


"PEACE"


"HANG LOOSE"


"Man, Todd is totally right."


"This Android is WAAAYYYY better than the iPhone."


"I like my flip phone."






At least there's not fire in this year's show.


"Hey, darlin'."


"Hey, hey, darlin'."


It was a close competition, but I think Dogbone won this staring contest.

Shovelfest VIII - Thursday Part 2

"Yes, it's called STAG and it tastes like heaven."

"Really?"





Watch your head.


VIP's chillin' in the VIP lounge.











It ain't a party 'til Fritz says it's a party.