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We had cattle most of my life. Finally convinced my dad to sell out after he called me one day when I was getting ready to leave town. I gave him the "call you right back, click" because someone was bitching at me about something....and 5-10 minutes later when I called back he said a cow had knocked a gate over and broke his leg and he was sitting in the snow in the middle of a field.
I went and got him...and still feel like an asshole, but am glad he sold them at the time.
Now that my siblings have returned to the area and almost all have land, we'll probably all end up with cows again.
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