Farmer Wants a Wife
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Mark Reynolds
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Strictly based on what I see here in your post, My thought is that "all the good ones" are NOT taken by some particular age. No one should ever be in a hurry to marry.
TexasJerseyMilker
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Good ones not taken 
Jarad and my first marriage was a marriage by fire. Here is an excerpt from what happened in the Texas 55 square mile forest fire of 2011.
The next day, the highway and all the roads were closed. The fire had moved south but was still out of control. My truck was 10 miles away, so I snuk around the police line and walked back. I got a ride part way from a news photographer. Of course my place was burned up. But the emus were still alive! And not even hurt! How could they live? Then I saw where the wall of fire had come through, ash and bare black sticks that used to be tree trunks. It looked like an atomic bomb had gone off. Then I realized, how could I have lived?
So I went to the ranch where my livestock was evacuated. Boiling black clouds like a huge storm front were behind the hill. The family was in a panic. The brothers had a crazy theory that the fire would not get the ranch buildings. The grass on the hill was all gone because of the drought and the fire would go around. Yet those people drove off in a hurry. Jarad told me I should go with them but I said "Jarad, I'm not leaving you!". Jarad had been my friend for 32 years. He had once taken care of me for months when I was hurt so bad in an accident and got out of the hospital. He had been my friend and a gallant horseman who helped me with my animals as long as I had known him. No way would I leave him there alone. Although I had my doubts about their theory. We both took refuge in Jarad's truck and pulled it out into a graveled area where nothing would burn.
My suspicions were well founded. Because what came over that hill was a monster of fire, a crown fire said by distant witnesses to be 80 feet high. It raced across the pasture. Tornadoes of fire twisted and ran eerily along the fire line. The stored hay crop on the hill went in an explosive flash. The wall of flame roared through the corrals and burned the very soil. It burned down to mineral soil. Oh yes, it took the whole ranch, killed my milk goats when the barn was destroyed, burned the ranch house and the tractor and all the out buildings. When the smoke shifted for an instant every single thing we could see was on fire. I wanted to get out of that truck. I wanted to save things. Set the horses and animals free to run, to save the painting of the bull that hung in the house, and Jared's guitars. And where was my dog? But I was afraid. Thats when I was afraid. The smoke was so thick we could hardly see the windshield wipers. Neither of us could easily draw a breath, but we both pretended like nothing was wrong. There was nothing we could do. The horses, my beautiful black stallion and his pony friend, and Jarad's cowhorse and his old red horse.... The fire had burned through their corrals, they must have died a horrible death. I was crying. But when the wind shifted the smoke, there they were, still standing up! They had burns on their feet, and their tails were shorter. Later, in the evening, my chickens started to come from everywhere. How did they live?
Jared and I slept that night, with the fire still burning in the woods here and there, on saddle pads on the sidewalk of the smoldering ranch house. Later, we fixed the calf hospital to be a sort of a house and we lived there. There was nothing else. Not even a hollow tree.
Our second marriage was in 2016.
Jarad and my first marriage was a marriage by fire. Here is an excerpt from what happened in the Texas 55 square mile forest fire of 2011.The next day, the highway and all the roads were closed. The fire had moved south but was still out of control. My truck was 10 miles away, so I snuk around the police line and walked back. I got a ride part way from a news photographer. Of course my place was burned up. But the emus were still alive! And not even hurt! How could they live? Then I saw where the wall of fire had come through, ash and bare black sticks that used to be tree trunks. It looked like an atomic bomb had gone off. Then I realized, how could I have lived?
So I went to the ranch where my livestock was evacuated. Boiling black clouds like a huge storm front were behind the hill. The family was in a panic. The brothers had a crazy theory that the fire would not get the ranch buildings. The grass on the hill was all gone because of the drought and the fire would go around. Yet those people drove off in a hurry. Jarad told me I should go with them but I said "Jarad, I'm not leaving you!". Jarad had been my friend for 32 years. He had once taken care of me for months when I was hurt so bad in an accident and got out of the hospital. He had been my friend and a gallant horseman who helped me with my animals as long as I had known him. No way would I leave him there alone. Although I had my doubts about their theory. We both took refuge in Jarad's truck and pulled it out into a graveled area where nothing would burn.
My suspicions were well founded. Because what came over that hill was a monster of fire, a crown fire said by distant witnesses to be 80 feet high. It raced across the pasture. Tornadoes of fire twisted and ran eerily along the fire line. The stored hay crop on the hill went in an explosive flash. The wall of flame roared through the corrals and burned the very soil. It burned down to mineral soil. Oh yes, it took the whole ranch, killed my milk goats when the barn was destroyed, burned the ranch house and the tractor and all the out buildings. When the smoke shifted for an instant every single thing we could see was on fire. I wanted to get out of that truck. I wanted to save things. Set the horses and animals free to run, to save the painting of the bull that hung in the house, and Jared's guitars. And where was my dog? But I was afraid. Thats when I was afraid. The smoke was so thick we could hardly see the windshield wipers. Neither of us could easily draw a breath, but we both pretended like nothing was wrong. There was nothing we could do. The horses, my beautiful black stallion and his pony friend, and Jarad's cowhorse and his old red horse.... The fire had burned through their corrals, they must have died a horrible death. I was crying. But when the wind shifted the smoke, there they were, still standing up! They had burns on their feet, and their tails were shorter. Later, in the evening, my chickens started to come from everywhere. How did they live?
Jared and I slept that night, with the fire still burning in the woods here and there, on saddle pads on the sidewalk of the smoldering ranch house. Later, we fixed the calf hospital to be a sort of a house and we lived there. There was nothing else. Not even a hollow tree.
Our second marriage was in 2016.
Hpacres440p
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I would add you might have a very difficult time finding a young lady willing to put up with what appears to be your paternalistic, my way or the highway sentiments-unless she's been raised by a domineering father and a subservient mother.
Thank God my parents taught me to be independent and have an opinion. I might have taken longer than the typical 23 years to find a husband, but I can damn sure change my own flat tires and am financially and mentally capable of living on my own. (You're hitting a nerve with a a lot of us women on here, I do believe).
I agree, a cult might be your best bet for finding your handmaid.
SBMF 2015
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You're close when you say cult. An Amish girl would. Her future husband is leader of their family. What he says goes. And as long as he isn't abusive they seem to be happy to serve.
You probably won't find a single Amish lady in their 20's though. They all seem to get married around 17-18 and start their families.
Dave
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I know from personal experience that the older you get the percentage of good ones available drops. There gets to be a point where you are looking through the retreads. Them the thing is finding a good one who was previously married to and divorced an a$$hole. I know I sure found a lot of the other kind before I found my wife.
this is the way.
greybeard
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Until now, I never realized you were a lady.
Ouachita
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Interesting. I've always assumed she is a lady. A feisty one too! I wonder how many times we form an image of someone we've never seen and it's all wrong?
StrojanHerefords
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At least, I am an honest male chauvinist pig. The last thing I want to do is paint a pretty picture and have things go to pieces after a few kids. I figure that it's best to be forthright and avoid unrealistic expectations.
"A good understanding is one that is clear from the beginning" - I'm not sure who said it, but that one has served me well.
I'd just be glad to run across a motivated team player with a heart. Mid 20's to early 30's. I'd like a couple kids yet. Shouldn't be asking too much.
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Ouachita
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I wear the pants in my house! For 28 years she's only told me when to tak'em off and when I can put'em back on
Same!
I suppose we need to petition the Admin to add a Dating Forum to the site. My Ad would read:
Farmer with 250 acres seeks wife with tractor. Please send picture of tractor.
Farmer with 250 acres seeks wife with tractor. Please send picture of tractor.
I just now read that. I'm sure hoping I'll cross paths with one of them.
I gotta get out more and stop working all the dang time.
got me rollin!!!
Hpacres440p
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I find that I'm taken more seriously in a lot of situations when I'm assumed to be male. Or it may be that I talk to everyone as an equal during my day job, regardless of who they are. Long-time habit from being in the medical field.
This feeling must be similar to when someone has been catfished.
Not sure if it's still allowed but you used to could order one of those subservient type women through the mail.
It'd be nice for awhile but I'm too busy to have a woman that needs me to tell her every move to make. I also wouldn't want a stay at home Mom type that wouldn't cook or do laundry. I think there's a balance. I've been married for 29 yrs now and my wife takes way better care of me than she should. She doe's it because she wants to because I'm pretty sure if I told her to make my coffee in the morning she'd hit me with the cup. However if I just sit down a cup will magically appear in front of me.
