What a play ground. I grew up on about 80K acres and what a life it was.
From the working life to the play time it is something I will always look back on and say, "Damn, I lived through that".
Spent my summers from 10 years old on pastures (10-12 sections) tending to coming 2 year old steers by my lonesome. Only person I would see is the lady that would bring me chuck once a week. Loved it!!!!! What a life I experienced and grew up loving. Although I got the scars and aches to live with I would not change a minute.
Now I see these "cowboys" pulling their 30 foot aluminum trailers that cost more than my house with quarter horses that cost more than my pickup to ropings every weekend. Never experienced the real cowboy life of roping a 2 year old steer in the brush and tieing it off to the nearest mesquite to doctor screw worms in it's ears.
No Country for Old Men
My family was in the farming business, mostly for dairy. 80K acres, I am jealous.