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I was out a couple of days ago checking fence in the pasture where I need to move the bulls. I came across several spots that definetly need attention. After getting the fencing tools loaded I was able to think of an excuse to put it off for a day or so. Well, this morning I went out to finally put it behind me, when, whaddaya know? The wind is blowing so dang hard the fence is all sticking strait out and tight as a fiddle string. I couldn't find the bad spots, so now I have the day off and the lil woman is just proud as all get out that I got the fence fixed so quick. And, oh yeah, if anybody in Nebraska sees a black Sarratelli come rolling by can ya catch it and send it back please.