My Farm

My Farm
this is a picture of the view I wake up to every morning.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Rescue, yes, but sanctuary as well, mine as well as theirs. I had to get out of the world that I could not continue to live in. A fake world of greed, corruption and crap. Now, all I truly worry about is my 160 acres. What happens on here, to some extent, is under my jurisdiction. You will not poach that amazing buck with that set of antlers to die for on my land. All you want is those antlers. You may eat the meat, but it is not your means of sustinence. Nobody gets trophy's from my land. I get that say.

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