Ranching's Good. Puts hair on your chest.
Since I've been unable to find a job in the Twin Cities, my grandfather was kind enough to offer me a position on his ranch in the Black Hills, near Rapid City.Since he's getting on in years, it's my job to do all the things his body can't handle anymore. Like shoveling cow-pie out of the herd's watering hole (Actually saw one wander in it and then plopped a huge one right there. Did not get a picture but the smell was enough) or replacing tires on the motorcycles he uses to check the pastures. Fixing fences, stuff like that.
I did spend the first night at my uncle's dorm at the Rapid City School of Mines. Place was a mess worse than the ranch, I tell you.
In any case it's only been a few days on the job, but I've been kept busy enough.



