Wednesday, October 5, 2016

First Harvest Casualty

If you have a choice it is best to not be the first man  behind the last steer going into the slaughter house.  I had successfully avoided the flying hoofs but forgot to account for the gate I was shutting and the last kick blasted the gate into my nose.  An instant blood bath and a couple of black eyes the next day.

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