about2loseit
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Interesting. I am a born and raised city boy. I just moved where I am at 3 years ago so I have no real idea of farm life and things like that. The grocery store did not sell squirrel meat.
Never farmed, hunted, fished or any of that in my life.
interesting- I would not have guessed that about you- do not know why not exactly, but never would have.
Lol. City life is a lot different from the country, that's for sure. Out there, our nearest neighbor was literally miles away and it took more than half an hour just to get to the grocery. Our gravel driveway was two miles long. Never heard cars, sirens, etc. Just cicadas, tree frogs, and animals. Sometimes I miss it. Other times I'm glad to live near civilization.
Funny story: Cattle are stupid animals. They don't have enough sense to dig under snow to get to the grass beneath - they just think it's all gone. If you don't feed them, they'd starve to death. When I was about, I don't know 8 or 9, maybe, part of my job was to help feed the cows. One day, we went out to spread hay with snow was about 4 inches deep and frozen puddles here and there. Of course, I had snow boots on. I picked up a bale of hay and started over the hill to carry it down to where the cows where. I stepped on what I thought was a frozen puddle. The ice was real thin and it turned out to be a mud puddle. My right boot broke the surface and went down into the mud. I pulled and pulled and just could not get my foot out. That mud just sucked my foot in and held on. I am holding this big bale of hay with my foot stuck firmly in the mud and when I looked up there is this big ass cow - with horns - coming at me. OMG, I freaked. I tried to pull my foot out of the mud - the foot popped out but the boot was firmly stuck in the ground.
She wanted the hay, not me. I didn't know that. There I was - hopping around on one foot - still holding the hay bale - and screaming for someone to come save me from the cow. Where were my parents? Standing on the top of the hill, doubled over with laughter, tears streaming down their faces, at the sight of me hopping around bootless and screaming hysterically.
It never occurred to me to drop the hay bale . . .