From Muck to Bog, and I hate sweaty calves!
Gretchen Wilson is right! You can get a decent bra at Wal Mart for half price, but rubber boots…, that’s a different story.
Bog “Ranchers” going on maiden voyage last night, to chase the deer out of the garden.
I live in my rubber boots, practically 365 days a year. I hate wet leather shoes, and since I married the Imelda Marcos of work shoes, I don’t get a big work boot allowance. DH wears his “Medical Martens” and he almost has me talked into spending the money. But, I always cheap out and go with my good old, leather Georgia work shoes. And, because they are cheap, greasing doesn’t make them water repellent enough for wet grass. In the mornings, because the grass is wet, and our lawn looks like a hayfield, I wear my rubber boots until I get sweaty calves. Now, I don’t care if my calves in the pasture are sweaty, but if my legs start getting hot, I start to get crabby, and I don’t just mean crabby, I mean PO’d big time. There isn’t a rescue remedy I have come across yet, that will take away that feeling. So, with all that being said, I spend the money to get rubber boots that will hold up to the rigors of me trudging around. One winter, our friend told us we should wear stepometers for a week and see how much we walked around. During that week we ranged from 19,000 to 32,000 steps, each one of us, every day. Just knowing that made our feet hurt.
If I can get 1 full year out of a pair of rubber boots, I figure that is pretty good. I used to wear LaCrosse steel toe, then they switched to PVC and they lasted about 6 months, and then they got even thinner and I switched to Muck Boots. I thought I was in heaven. I can wear the tread off of my boots in one winter, so last year, just before turkey butchering time, I bought my second pair of Muck Boots. I could tell right away, that even though they didn’t cost any less, they were a thinner pair of boots than my previous pair. I had a leak in them in less than a month. I have put up with it all this time – why, I don’t know. But, the other day, I had to go buy more hay twine and price deer fencing (ugh). So what better time than that, to shop for boots. Ruth Less needed new boots too, and she had rebelled and got Bog boots last year, but Imelda and I had decided they looked too flimsy for us, so we had rebelled back and bought more Muck’s. But, I was considering anything at this point, with the last rain, the hole in my boot was so big, I was putting an old plastic bread sack on my foot before putting on my boot. Then the turkeys starting pecking and pulling on the bread sack – just what I need a hole in my bread sack too! So I was going to consider Bogs, reluctantly… .
I found the Bog boots I wanted in the men’s section, and so far so good. They cost less than the Muck Boots, so we will see if they hold up or not. They are comfy, and since it was wet all day, I wore them all day and into the evening. I even canned my applesauce while wearing them.
It always seem like you buy a product and then the company cuts corners, or changes the style a little bit, and then you’re hunting again for quality and fit. Although, I notice the price never seems to go down…
Other news – Henry went home today. He was a sweetie, and girls chased the trailer out of the pasture, even Della was waddling and bringing up the rear, although she only was acquainted with Henry through the fence. The bull guy was pretty well behaved, only asking me once if I wanted to ride in the pickup, but at least I could tell him “No, I have to break in my new boots!”