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Dear Dave

I grow more senile as I approach my fortieth birthday so I really need to write you more often than monthly. I just forget too much by the time I sit down at the computer. I’m afraid there exist fascinating tales of my life that probably escape my seven to ten day memory window. It limits my letters to very recent history.

I hope things are going great your way. I’m sure you’re busy at work with the start of spring planting. I like to check both the Case/IH and the Carrington, North Dakota website to see what’s happening your way.

Life around here has been pretty much the same; boy meets girl, girl and boy marry, boy and girl raise cattle that people mistakenly call Longhorns, boy prattles on in local newspaper about girl and boy’s life. It’s a tale that’s been told many times. Our brother Darrel built a beautiful cattle head gate some time ago. It recently came into my possession and last week I installed in our corral. Temple Grandin is a cattle guru and always says to think like a cow when you design cattle handling equipment. I considered testing the gate on my own neck but then thought I might truly get stuck and need help. My wife, Lisa puts up with a lot of my craziness and might like the idea of me stuck in the gate and consider putting a tag in my ear-or worse.

I’ve spoken recently of planting a special corn meant for cattle grazing. Barring long-term detention when I cross the border with the seed at Pembina, North Dakota this will be the year it happens. I pulled out the press drill this week and convinced it to reject all of it’s rusty thoughts and plant that corn into our fertile soil. Next fall I won’t feed bales of hay but will rather fence off a little more of that corn that I brought to the our country as seed just this Spring. Speaking of new farm projects, my rear-view video system for the tractor really turned out nice. The tractor just sits in the shed but I still go out and turn the monitor on and stare at the baler hooked behind it for fun. It’s a great way to pass time and is somewhat like a victory lap. I worked one day this week for the local elevator hauling fertilizer to the field. I hate heights and standing on top of the tender box is a real nightmare. When I pull into the field I always consider the soil composition and whether it would provide a safe landing if I fall.

Well I better let you go as I have to prepare to move the bulls for transport back to their home. When a bull lines up parallel with a person you need to decide on a course of action quickly. One of these bulls has “parallel” down to a science. It’s a worry.

Your little bro’

Grant