posted on May 12, 2013 10:04
Sometimes it pays to stop and smell the hay -- words to live by, according to an Arkansas tree-trimmer who counts friends like a banker counts money.
During a break from chasing turkeys in Kansas in the spring of 2010, Robert Weaver decided to cool his heels and watch someone cutting hay. The big John Deere looked like a house on wheels, and he'd never seen such a piece of machinery back home in Pine Bluff, Ark.
He noticed, too, that another of the guys there kept stealing glances at him. The man pretended he wasn't staring, but then he dropped the pretense.
"He finally just lit up and said, 'You're him!'" Robert laughed. "He thought I was Larry the Cable Guy. You know, the 'get-er-done' fella?
"He didn't believe me, at first, when I told him no," he added.
The two men became fast friends afterward.
"I guess you could say I've got the gift of gab," not-Larry said.
Robert didn't need another place to hunt in Kansas; didn't seek it. He and a friend stay at a log cabin on 200 acres, and they hunt it as well as some small walk-in tracts. But he wound up with a new set of hunting rights anyway.
The second season Robert hunted his new friends' place, he found the Holy Grail of deer hunting, which is about what it takes for him to squeeze the trigger in Kansas.
"I'm not going out there to shoot a 140- or 150-inch whitetail," he added. "I'll eat a tag sandwich before I shoot a 3 1/2- or 4 1/2-year-old deer. I've got plenty of those back home in Arkansas."
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