One fall, about 1976 or so, my Daddy was planting wheat in The Bottom and I was riding on the back of the drill dragging my feet in the drill rows...probably wasn't too good on the the seed placement, but my Daddy didn't seem to mind. It was a wonderful time, I loved the feel of the dirt on my feet, I was addicted. For the first time since 1998 we've worked ground...it was a good feeling...an expensive feeling...but good none the less. A better feeling is turning in the calves....the smell...smells like money my Daddy would have said. Here is Mr. Calfturnerouterman looking them over. We've got a lot to be thankful for.....God is good...........
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