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Logan and I went fishing last summer in the white mountains. We didn't catch anything, but we had a good time with the cattle roaming the mountain. As you know, on the reservation, the beef pretty much roams free and you often see them on the road. Well, we turned a three mile hill into a half hour trip when we stopped to moo at every cow we saw. It was awesome. We'd peel around a curve, stop, starting mooing and yelling things like, "Hey Cow!" and "Look at your eyes! They're so far apart!" And the dumb beasts would just stand there chewing. Then, like some stuck-up, two-ton college girl, would turn around and walk away. Some of the bulls would run off, but most wouldn't even stay and listen to what we had to say. They were extremely tasty.
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