A text from the neighbor ranch's cowboy - "Help Please! Can you bring your backhoe?" A water trough problem just when they were bringing in little ones to sell at market. The large metal stock tank got a hole, then spilled out all over the corrals. The water kept flowing through the night as the float never shut off. A mucky mess! We moved dirt around with our backhoe to stop the poor Angus calves from standing in the deep mud. When we arrived I was given three 18 count cartons of eggs. Sweet! I shoved them into a hole in the hay to keep cool. The corrals were tough to manuver in places.