ep171 The Old Diehard

Ranger Bill, warrior of the woodland, struggling against extreme odds, traveling dangerous trails, fighting the many enemies of nature. This is the job of the guardian of the forest, Ranger Bill, pouring rain, freezing cold, blistering heat, snow, floods, bears, rattlesnakes, mountain lions.

Yes, all this in exchange for the satisfaction and pride of a job. Well done. no arranger has to not only be a jack of all trades but a master as well. One of the sciences he must have some knowledge of is, of course, botany, and he must also know something of soil chemistry. Poor soils make poor trees, and a good ranger should be able to distinguish the

symptoms as they make themselves apparent. Right now Bill, Henry, Gray Wolf, and Stumpy are out in the forest taking soil samples, which they'll deliver to the lab at the State University for analysis. Stumpy is a little unhappy as he drives a pick into the frozen ground.

Here's the story. The old die-hard. Let me dig in the soil samples. I've never seen the meat. I guess as well I'll be digging hunks of grass. Is this stuff? You get the pick in the ground and you can't get it out. You can't get it back here.

He's like digging into a bunch of meritraps. Stumpy's really singing a sad song over there, Bill. He's sure unhappy. I hear him in a way I can't help but agree with him. Now you watch.

Just tell him we've got enough samples now. Hey, Stump, Bill says you can stop. What's that just said? Look at Big Smile he have on face. He's plenty happy now. Hehehehehehe. And if I complain enough, you take pity on me and make me quit digging this here concrete.