Under the Wire

This story is very hard to write because I am, in a way, having to retract a statement I have made quite often the past few months. Even worse I must “throw in the towel," “wave the white flag” and any other saying that describes defeat.

This past summer I have complained about flies. Living with feedlots, large dairies and our own contribution to fly habit with horse and cattle pens near by, we must live in fly nirvana. “I can’t wait for the first freeze to kill these pesky flies," had come out of my mouth a hundred times. They tried to help me eat my steak cooked on the grill this past summe...