Monday, March 26, 2012
Barrel Bolt
I grew up on a farm. We had the best time out there. There were many buildings to hide in while playing. My dad was always moving fences. He would place barrel bolt locks to ensure the animals wouldn't escape. I can remember one time when a huge sow chased me across the pasture. I ran and jumped a fence. Good think I was young.
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