Most of my days are spent rekeying locks for folks all across Southern Middle Tennessee - places like Tullahoma, Manchester, and Winchester. The windshield time can be a killer, but driving through the rolling hills and picturesque landscapes of Tennessee has a charm of its own.
Now, let me share a peculiar story from those locksmithing adventures. One day, I received a call from a farmer out in the countryside. When I arrived at his quaint country home, he beckoned me to join him by the porch, where he began to explain his lock-rekeying issue. As I listened, something nuzzled my hand from behind. I petted the animal for a bit. But when I turned around, I found myself face-to-face with a rather interesting animal. Startled, I pulled away. The man chuckled, his deep southern drawl adding to the charm of the moment."Darndest thing," he said, shaking his head. "That buck just showed up the other day and started hanging around the cows. Friendly as all get out, ain't he?" And there, in that quiet country setting, I realized that Southern Middle Tennessee had its own brand of magic, where even unexpected encounters with nature could leave you with more than just another buck.