This is my handsome mule, Kevin.
When I was a little girl I’d ride a hay bale and pretend it was my mule named Kevin. I knew everything about him. What he looked like, how his personality would be, etc.
Thirty years later I got my Kevin.
(I named him) Kevin Douglas — Kevin D for short — after my childhood imaginary mule and my uncle Doug whom was a mule man and passed away in June of 19′.
If you’re thinking about working with Steve or investing in his equipment, You should have done it yesterday. Great man, with great knowledge whom won’t steer you or your mule wrong.