My gosh, Lowell. You remind me of that ol' geezer who had a farm near here when I was a kid. We used to sneak over on his farm to hunt. Sometimes when we got bored we would ride his cows around the fields and pretend they were horses. One morning when I was getting on the school bus I noticed his cows and horses were scattered all over our subdivision eating grass. I never could figure out why he didn't just put a gate up for me to keep me from having to crush his fences to the ground. That way I wouldn't get cut on his stupid bobbed wire fence. Have you ever entertained the thought of getting a condo in the city? Country life just doesn't seem to fit your pistol.