It was September 24, 2008 when a pair of Justin Boots won an incredible game of man versus the wild. I was headed west towards home when i noticed a plot of land that looked suitable for my mother. A storm was relieving the land at the time so i believed that it would be in my best interest to return at a later date. It just so happened that the following morning was my mother's birthday. In the between time I derived a plan of action. I packed my pair of trusted Justin Rubber Water Boots in the back of my Chevrolet truck. I also had a very dependable fleece interior water tight exterior jacket and Tweed back pack that i always carry on trips into the wild. However, this story is solely derived with the intent of trustworthyness. The morning of my mothers birthday was extreme. The birds were erect searching for any and every moving insect in the pasture. The dragonflies were buzzing about absorbing every bit of moisture off exhausted patches of grass. The convection of heat rose off each and every bit of cow dough in the field. I eased my truck into the back drive of a homestead that had looked to be abandoned. Upon further review i believe the home was under tenure construction. Either the case i was intent on scouting this plot of land. I knew that i did not have the funds to surprise my mother on her birthday with a land deed but i was still intent on discovering a place new to me. Unannounced to me a martin county sherrif had mimicked my movement into the drive of the house adjacent to my vehicle. He did not have plain view of my chevrolet truck. However, he did see that i was in the field with what appeared to be a large plastic bag. As a youth i was schooled in the art of chasing pigs. Through my observations i have realized that a bird is a pigs best friend. The only place that a bird will not go is into a field that has been flooded by an august storm. On foot. On the back of a pig however is mighty enticing. The amount of bugs, aroused by the movement of the slow creature does not entice the birds. I believe that it is merely the enjoyment of the ride. In whatever case i was in the middle of the field, wearing justin boots, and the sherrif was in his car, wearing black polished high gloss ceremony boots. Between the officer and myself was a large plot of land. In all directions was standing water. There was no possible way that the officer could have handcuffed me in that position. Through a loud yell across the pasture i heard his voice," hey you there! I responded,"give me a minute, i will come on over to the fence where you are at!" I immediately stowed the bag full of food in a cool place and trudged towards the officer. After a briefing on the lay of the land i was informed that my shirt had the words TAP OUT written across the breast area in bright orange letters. The owner of the land had previously celebrated the coming of the rains and did not wish to saturate his own newly aquired Justin work boots. Therefore i stood the test of time and was released 7 days later with a promise to appear for tresspassing. My entire family could not believe what i had done. I had scouted the entire pasture, by foot, in a pair of justin waterproof boots. All of the while the rest of okeechobee county rejoiced at the Dairy Queen in the comfort of a full service restauraunt; my Justin Boots remained rigid in the security of my mothers home.
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