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CNY | All my memories are going to a sale with my Dad in November or March, seems like that’s when they always were here.
It would be 36 degrees, cloudy and raining. I was convinced that I would freeze to death
Then he wouldn’t buy anything until the very end, and it would always be a wagon. Either a gravity wagon, kicker rack, or self unloading silage wagon. Then the fun ride home watching the wagon wander 4’ side to side and him cussing the auctioneer who said “nice tight gear’
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