That scares me. About 4 years ago, I got a call at 1:00 in the morning. The caller, a neighbor, had just gotten in from work and found cows in the road. He said that he thought they were mine. I got up and headed that way, 70 miles, on frozen highways. I was afraid somebody would get hurt. After 3 hours on the road, I found the cows. They weren't mine. However, I chased them up onto my place and thje owner came and got them the next day. My cows had gotten out in the past and I had made this trip several times.

I started thinking and sold my cows. The cattle market started going up and really hasn't stopped. But, I sleep better at night.

It's not about the fish. It's about the pond. Take care of the pond and the fish will be fine. PB subscriber since before it was in color.

Without a sense of urgency, Nothing ever gets done.

Boy, if I say "sic em", you'd better look for something to bite. Sam Shelley Rancher and Farmer Muleshoe Texas 1892-1985 RIP Grandpa