I’m a man of few words. 🙊

I prefer to stick my hands in the dirt rather than make small talk. I’m the youngest of five, and was expected from an early age to work hard. 

I was helping with cattle, operating large equipment, and learning how to run all types of farm machinery as early as kindergarten 🚜

Even though I’ve always had another job in addition to taking care of animals, my dream is to eventually be full-time on the farm.

While I love the smell of fresh-cut wood, corn, and hay, the only thing I love better than smelling the farm is tasting it. That’s the real payoff in my opinion: 
     
The full, wholesome taste of locally grown food vs. what you can get in an anonymous box store or restaurant 👨‍🌾

Once I was delivering freight for my off-farm job when I saw a package with poison labels on it. I asked what it was for (I thought it was to clean the floor), but the dock workers told me it was a chemical they put on the meat to “pink” it up and look more attractive in the store. I thought to myself:

        “Shit! They’re putting poison on our meat.” ☠️

I just couldn’t stomach the idea of me, or anybody I loved, eating meat with poison on it. That’s a reason I decided I wanted to grow our farm: To make sure people can have access to healthy local food with no poisonous additives.

I’d even be happy to deliver it to you! 🚚

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