I grew up on a cotton farm, chopped a lot of it until the advent of Treflan. We'd chop all summer long. I bet I can still get a hoe razor-sharp with a mill-bastard file.

Only cotton I ever picked or pulled (there's a difference) was as a little kid playing in the fields; mechanical cotton strippers came in just in time to save me from that joy. Older sisters and everyone else in the family pulled a lot. Heck, I bet Grandma and Grandpa had dad dragging a sack by the time he was 5.

But I've forked a bunch back in the trailers so more would fit in and I've worked in gins before they became automated.


'Four legs good, two legs baaaad."
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"Jimmy, some of it's magic,
Some of it's tragic,
But I had a good life all the way."
(Jimmy Buffett)

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