This concluded the 4 part series of how I became a real Ukrainian Bee Cowboy. As my wife and I drove out of the little city with honey from the harvest we left with memories that will be with us always. I look forward to returning again when it is time for the next fall roundup.
What a fun filled morning of adventure I had and it wasn’t even 10 in the morning!
It is a tough life being a Bee Cowboy riding in the cab of a massive old Soviet military era truck that belches out black diesel fumes…
It may be an old clique but good things do happen to good people and our first encounter with one of my students parents lead to my becoming a Bee Cowboy.
April 19, 2010
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