
Have you ever been chased from a field by a shotgun-wielding maniac? Ever removed city arseholes from your field whilst innocently carrying a shotgun? Tell us your farm stories.
( , Thu 24 May 2012, 13:19)
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Many years ago I wander into the kitchen one afternoon to see a pig's head staring at me from the kitchen table. My mother was attempting to relive her rural childhood by making souse (aka brawn) at home. Once only as it was too much work. Because I am trying to keep my arteries open I don't eat souse any more. I still like it, even after seeing what utterly raw souse looks like.
( , Tue 29 May 2012, 21:41, Reply)
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