My Great Uncle down the way had more cows than Grandpa. He also had a huge hay barn with a rope attached to the roof beam. You could grab hold of that rope and jump off the hay and swing over the cows in the corral below.
I’m sad to admit that I was always too chicken to try it. I always had good intentions and held that rope in my hands countless times contemplating the act. Shoot! My younger siblings even did it…so I was under immense pressure…. Continue reading