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oregon | I hear you. I'm right behind you at 66. Good luck with things going forward.
My Grandparents lived on a feedlot yard. I remember the hired hands boys my age, catching the grass around the overhead fuel tanks on fire. I remember when the vet came to pull a foot-long wood sliver from a horse. And, I remember messing around the haystack with the neighbor boys and the last thing I saw as I looked up was a small bale of hay coming down on me from the top of the stack. Ahh, the memories... | |
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No More Cattle
