callmefence said:Just a fence story
Talking with my last great uncle in the cafe this morning. He told me about a story about his dad and older brothers building fence with a couple of Mexican hands that lived on the place. They had a horse trained to stretch barb wire. The horse would ease up real slow and easy and hold. For whatever the reason he couldn't remember, they where using a different horse one day.
The wire broke and the horse spooked. The barbwire got around one of those Mexicans and he got drug, ended up dying. Said they just took him out and buried him. He's either on my place or my cousins place. Nobody's sure.
That makes three I know of dying working this place.
Darn, Andy. What happened to the other two?