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Well, it finally happened. No, I didn’t win the lottery or draw that elk tag in the Black Hills I’ve coveted for several years. This event was way more likely to occur – “inevitable” is what many have told me. My palpation shoulder gave out, and I needed to have surgery on it.

The basketball season was winding down. Actually, the winding had already wound, and we were just exhaling and catching our breath at the end of a long season.

When we got married, I was given a dinner bell that was a metal triangle with a metal “wand.” This wand is magic. If you use it to clang the metal triangle, people come running.

Every 15 years or so, it happens in this country. A gas shortage or price-gouging event that presses every American with a vehicle into fits of depression, anger and an occasional primal scream.

A few years ago, I started following Courtenay DeHoff (@courtdehoff) on Instagram. She is a mover and shaker in the Western lifestyle industry. She is an influencer in the best possible use of the term.

“My life is a mess,” I thought.

It wasn’t how I’d wanted to start the day, but here I was with a tractor stuck in 3 feet of snow in a swale at the bottom of the feed grounds.