So I guess that this is going to be my fifth blog post so it’s going to be over a happy memory or someone that I look up to. Well I don’t have very many people that I look up to and I don't have very many happy memories that I can write a page long post about even with it being double spaced. So I guess I’ll try and stretch one of my memories to a full page, that memory will be the very little of the last redneck fourth of July that my family had.
This will be five years ago in July so bear with me as I try and remember what happened that day. It started out like any other fourth of July that I remember in my life, the day started with me getting dressed and packing an extra set of clothes for when I went mudding. My family then piled into the car and drove to my grandparents house where my parents and little sister would stay inside and cook, while I cleaned up the yard and helped to pick up the fireworks that we would set off a little later that night. Once I got done with that I went and filled the seven hundred gallon tank that feeds our gas powered pressure washer. I would pull the trailer that it’s mounted on to the hog pit. The hog pit is a five feet long four feet wide and eight feet deep hole in the ground that we slow roast the hog in. Then I emptied the tank on the pressure washer around the hole so the fire wouldn’t spread. Then we piled about fifteen hundred feet long trees around the hole, soaked them in diesel fuel and lit it up. About an hour after we lit the fire we went and lowered the hog into the pit and covered it up.
Once the hog is in the pit and being smoked to perfection, we put another almost thousand gallons of water around and in the mudpit, this is when the fun really starts. I hopped on the eight hundred and fifty cc polaris sportsman, which is the biggest and fastest four wheeler that I have ever even heard about, and throw the mud. We’ll be mudding for about an hour then my family and I will ride up to the house and refuel and give the four wheelers a rest. While we’re resting the four wheelers a I’ll be either playing football with my cousins or sitting inside and stuffing my face with food. As soon as the four wheelers are done cooling off we’ll ride down to the big field where the fireworks are set up and watch the show. This particular years show was extremely interesting since one of the firecrackers fell over on the trailer and shot straight into the hay bale pen. I even got to meet some of my grandpa’s old co-workers when the fire trucks showed up to try and put the fire out.
This will be five years ago in July so bear with me as I try and remember what happened that day. It started out like any other fourth of July that I remember in my life, the day started with me getting dressed and packing an extra set of clothes for when I went mudding. My family then piled into the car and drove to my grandparents house where my parents and little sister would stay inside and cook, while I cleaned up the yard and helped to pick up the fireworks that we would set off a little later that night. Once I got done with that I went and filled the seven hundred gallon tank that feeds our gas powered pressure washer. I would pull the trailer that it’s mounted on to the hog pit. The hog pit is a five feet long four feet wide and eight feet deep hole in the ground that we slow roast the hog in. Then I emptied the tank on the pressure washer around the hole so the fire wouldn’t spread. Then we piled about fifteen hundred feet long trees around the hole, soaked them in diesel fuel and lit it up. About an hour after we lit the fire we went and lowered the hog into the pit and covered it up.
Once the hog is in the pit and being smoked to perfection, we put another almost thousand gallons of water around and in the mudpit, this is when the fun really starts. I hopped on the eight hundred and fifty cc polaris sportsman, which is the biggest and fastest four wheeler that I have ever even heard about, and throw the mud. We’ll be mudding for about an hour then my family and I will ride up to the house and refuel and give the four wheelers a rest. While we’re resting the four wheelers a I’ll be either playing football with my cousins or sitting inside and stuffing my face with food. As soon as the four wheelers are done cooling off we’ll ride down to the big field where the fireworks are set up and watch the show. This particular years show was extremely interesting since one of the firecrackers fell over on the trailer and shot straight into the hay bale pen. I even got to meet some of my grandpa’s old co-workers when the fire trucks showed up to try and put the fire out.