50/50Farms
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Dad left when I was two, mom couldn't hack it alone while going to school so she moved back to my grandfather's cattle spread. My memories go like this: crib/toddler memories, the petting zoo my dad took me to the day before he left, and then Pop's place. He used to strap me into a car seat in his old box body GMC and cart me all over. They gave me free ice cream at the grocer, free suckers at the feed store, and free YooHoos and cokes at the day old bread store. I have barely toddling around memories of holding lights to gut deer, fetching more bands for the elasticator from the truck, sitting on the dead broke learning horse we had. Sitting on the hood of the truck at feeding time at three or four years old with wads of kudzu and hay so the cows would come and nuzzle me and I could feed them.Under the right conditions lots can be learned when young. The Amish prove that.
Then my great grandma died, left me her herd, we ran them in with his and my azz has been stuck like molasses in one or more forms of ag at a time ever since.