The beginning of this story started in 2003 when I stepped out of a poultry farm from heat exhaustion over a period of about fifteen years. I have always loved Arkansas, so I decided to move there for a period of time. I met a lovely young lady from Pittsburg, Texas near my farm. We moved to Arkansas and we were married at a church in Mena. I had a passion for woodcraft. I found some logs that a man was for cutting fire wood. I bought three logs and carried them back to the shop. I cut two inch pieces across the logs which were about eighteen inches in diameter. After a few cuts and...