Today we are gonna use some lips and snouts from previous gasping this year to do a mash gasp. And start the sad winter tradition of Sausage Days. To those new to Sausage Days, they are days here on Woody Boater made up of scraps of stories that are to small to make a meal. So we make sausage.. Can anyone tell I haven’t had breakfast yet?
A huge thanks to Lynn Gullick and Bob Kays for the shots