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Message: [QUOTE="SVCBeercats, post: 2119461, member: 7874"] At the age of 11 we lived across a cross country road from a dairy farm. My father would give me a well-worn bushel basket and instruct me to gather well seasoned cow "pies" for our very large vegetable garden. While executing this errand I would climb the farmer's hickory and black walnut trees to collect the tasty nuts. Some how the farmer became aware of my activites. He confronted my father. My father came to an accord with the farmer. Cow pie collection continued and I worked on the farm as payment. Two days later at Oh-dark-hundred I met the farmer at his main barn which housed his cows. I promptly began negotiating the rights to [B]his[/B] hickory and walnuts. I guess my chutzpah tickled his funny bone. With a bellylaugh he agreed. Quickly he realized I thought I was to milk the cows. Again his belly laugh echoed in the large barn. He looked at my rubber booted feet. He said my mother knew what I was to do while he pointed to a pitch fork and shovel. I learned a new phrase, "mucking out." I did various jobs for the farmer for about 5 more years for my manure and nuts pay. Years later while sitting at my desk I would fret about how hard my business work was. Then my mind would drift back to my "farming" experience and what hard work really, really, really is. No more whining, back to business ... at least for a while. :rolleyes: [/QUOTE]