When I was about 12 years old, I spent a summer with my Uncle in Plattsburgh, MO. He was the local Veternarian, and I spent a LOT of days catching pigs so he could vacinate and castrate them
. After a day of that, and pullin' calves from cows...we'd go home to a nice BIG bowl of "Rocky Mountain Oysters" that my Aunt had fixed up
. Well, I never became a veternarian, but I'll never forget that Summer
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