Posted 04-30-2004 at 16:58:00
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a wash job. Left the undercover Cushman out in the rain (poor man's car wash) for a couple days.
I load-it-down/fill-it-up with any more fencing supplies, there may not be room for me.
Got to catch Bullet tomorrow. May already be to late. He's been seen romancing #45 and more. That could make us a January Calf.
Tomorrow morning the old boy, is going to be cut off.
Got a buzz out of watching him the last of last June. Turning him out, it was a gas, watching him romancing three cows simultaneously kept him on his toes. So busy in fact I-donít-think/I-know he didnít get the job done. Or we would have, should, have had some earlier calves.
Watching him, I would never had made a Utah mountain Mormon. I have always been the singular one shiny Knight man. Canít imagine polygamy? Somebodyís always going to be unhappy!
Where thm last thoughts come from, I don't know? Oh Well?