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Originally Posted by il Padrino Ute
Funny, but no.
Grandpa had 400 cows.
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I knew I liked you for some reason, il Pad. My Gramps had 300 head. He died from accidentally stabbing himself in the thigh and being too stubborn to go to the doc. A blood clot got loose and killed him.
Grandma died at 3 AM one day, on her way to milk the cows for the 1,678,584th time in her life.
Although I do have to admit, I thank God daily that my Dad moved away from that place. I spent summers helping Granny milk the cows, and hated every minute of it. Mostly because I always got stuck shoveling the cow crap out of the holding pen twice a day.