God corrected my plans

It seems my plans for the weekend were not correct or just not in the sequence that God wanted. Now the first part started like my plan Kenny Ray, cousin Lester and I went out to Greene county fish and game for their annual youth pheasant hunt. Kenny Ray killed his limit of two pheasants and we got about eleven thirty, we cleaned them, loaded the truck and picked nephews Dave and Dan up and started toward the farm by twelve thirty.
We arrived at the farm and unloaded and the first thing on my list was to drag some timber out of the woods as I had two big Chestnut Oak’s fall back in the spring and they would make about two truck loads of firewood. Second was to clear a spot of land for my orchard that I want to plant in the spring. And if there was enough time before dark I intended to set a couple of traps with the boys and try and catch the Jester Hill Panther {see other blog Ramblings of a Appalachian American}. And lastly the four of us would go into town and have a pizza for supper. Well so much for my plans, Kenny Ray and Dan jumped in the bed of the truck and Dave rode up front with me. And just as started down the old logging road into my woods I heard a pop and hiss, I just busted a tire and the worst part I had not put the spare back in the truck it was back in the city seventy miles away. So I limped my ole truck out of the woods and back to the cabin driveway. The boys started back into the cabin as they thought the work detail was over.
I sad hey boys grab these tools and trap basket and the chainsaw I have a different job we can do still they moaned a little as they grabbed the tools and began to follow me back the lane toward the pond. We got back to a place I had cleared a couple of years ago that had grown up little with some saplings that had just got a little to big for the bush hog to go over and I cut them down and the boys dragged brush which they dearly love doing {ha ha}. Now this job only took about and hour and we finished about four in the evening. Which left me plenty of time to spend with the boys to set some traps which we did and had fun doing as we discussed why I set them where I did and what we might catch and what to do if we caught something that we did not want to catch. I think this morning that God wanted to spend time with the boys, and not working till dark as which would have probably would of happened had not been for the busted tire on my truck.
One other thing I learned last night was that I need to keep more food here than what I have been doing. Lucky I had brought down some chicken a couple of weeks ago and put in the freezer for deer season. I managed to fix us a good supper of barbeque chicken, corn and macaroni and cheese. Well I am going to get me a cup of coffee and sit out on the porch and wait for my friend Shane to bring me my spare so I can get the old man and old truck home again.