dwa12479
.338 Win Mag
She had an innate suspicion Sasquatches are sketchy...Our dairy cattle had numbers. #99 hated my guts for some reason.
I've mentioned her here before.
If given half the chance, #99 would try to fuck me up. I was between 10 or 11 and 16 years old during her time. That fucking cow hated me. Not only did my brother have to milk her, but I milked the opposite side of the stanchions. There were 14 stalls on each side of the milking barn. I always took the opposite side of #99.
I'm 61 years old now, and I still remember #99. She wanted to hurt me in some way every morning before school. Those were good times back then.