This is an old picture, but I like it. When I was feeding the turtles everyday at the stock tank I would see this one boot and wonder where it's mate is. Probably down in the mud because I have left one tennis shoe down in the mud at another stock tank several years ago. It was in a south Texas drought. The stock tank only had a little puddle of water in the middle. I saw fish jumping up and down in that puddle. I happened to have some fish food in the truck. Around the puddle the ground looked hard and cracked so I ran down to feed the fish. To my surprise I sunk all the way to my knee on one leg. I couldn't get out. If John wanted to get rid of me this would have been the time to do it, just drive off. He got a refrigerator drawer out of the back of the truck (yes ranchers carry odd things) and put it near my free leg so I could put my free foot in it and it wouldn't sink while he got behind me and pulled me up and out. My tennis shoe is still knee deep or rotted by now. Quite an experience. I learned to never trust dry crusty land at a stock tank (pond).