I was fishing one night for stripe under the Hwy72 bridge that crosses the Elk River. We heard what I guess was a truck stop on the bridge and then out of nowhere a refrigerator landed in the river about 50’ from us. Scared the crap out of us. We still talk about that just about every time we fish together.
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Nicest gate present I've ever gotten was many years ago someone dumped a mule right beside it. It was in the summer and I didn't find it for a couple of weeks and it had decayed too much to hold together to move it. We just drove around it and eventually there was nothing left but the dry bones. I used it as sermon illustration from Ezekiel 37, the Valley of Dry Bones. Israel would live again, but that mule is done.
