The milo food plot is so thick and beautiful this year that Uncle Palmer offered to cut stalks with his pocket knife so Janie and I could take home some natural fall decorations.
There we were hovering on the edge of the milo when we heard strange noises therein.
Scratching and yowling like a hurt animal.
We listened for a minute as the rustling sound drew closer, unsure of what to do.
Just as we all quickly backed away, Jeff casually came up on the ATV, asking what was up.
We were ready to bolt, fearing the worse, when Cash charged at us laughing.
Our wild animal was Cash!
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