What's on your rack?
- Thread starter JimN
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Thanks. Herd in a bag. I like that.
Basically it's a vegetable protein bar for cows. They love em, which can be pretty scary when they hear or see you, toting that bag, and come a running. I try and sneak the bag out to the trough when they are on the other side of the pasture. Cows may be dumber than a box of rocks, but when they associate engine noise or the sight of a person with a tasty treat, you better watch out.
I was a city boy till about 15 years ago. To this day I still miss home pizza delivery.
Basically it's a vegetable protein bar for cows. They love em, which can be pretty scary when they hear or see you, toting that bag, and come a running. I try and sneak the bag out to the trough when they are on the other side of the pasture. Cows may be dumber than a box of rocks, but when they associate engine noise or the sight of a person with a tasty treat, you better watch out.
I was a city boy till about 15 years ago. To this day I still miss home pizza delivery.
Thanks. Herd in a bag. I like that.
Basically it's a vegetable protein bar for cows. They love em, which can be pretty scary when they hear or see you, toting that bag, and come a running. I try and sneak the bag out to the trough when they are on the other side of the pasture. Cows may be dumber than a box of rocks, but when they associate engine noise or the sight of a person with a tasty treat, you better watch out.
I was a city boy till about 15 years ago. To this day I still miss home pizza delivery.
Basically it's a vegetable protein bar for cows. They love em, which can be pretty scary when they hear or see you, toting that bag, and come a running. I try and sneak the bag out to the trough when they are on the other side of the pasture. Cows may be dumber than a box of rocks, but when they associate engine noise or the sight of a person with a tasty treat, you better watch out.
I was a city boy till about 15 years ago. To this day I still miss home pizza delivery.
I would personally rather stay out here in the country and talk to my chickens and pigs than try to negotiate the horse shit it would take to get some young person to bring me something to eat. They do not even know how to park on the grass...they turn the flashers on, block the road and walk around looking for which house ordered the food.