So then Saturday was a tough one. Had to dig out the ’52 Chevy out of the woods. The soul sucking wall of underbrush. After a few hours of hacking, we have the path to enlightenment. Back dad’s tractor up, and after a bunch of stiff yanks, the tractor’s front end starts to dance like a marionette and the car is bouncing off of trees and rocks, and I come busting out of the woods. Then we went to the other side of the yard and drug out the rear frame of and early twenties vehicle, 2 engines, one long block, one bare block, 2 sets of heads, a t-case, a complete t-case, and a bunch of miscellaneous parts. It only took 3 Tylenol to be able to sleep.