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A Trip to Seoul, From the Archives

D. E. Larsen, DVM There was a chill in the air as Truman, and I walked over to the motor pool in the dark. “Who’s idea was it to leave at this hour?” Truman asked. “They changed the time for the game, and if we are going to make it for the kickoff, we haveContinue reading “A Trip to Seoul, From the Archives”

The Last Cow in the Chute, from the Archives5

D. E. Larsen, DVM I stepped through the small gate into the crowding ally behind the chute. Ag swung the tailgate open, and I grabbed the tail of this large Charolais cross heifer with my right hand. I worked my gloved left hand into her rectum. There was enough squeeze on her that she couldContinue reading “The Last Cow in the Chute, from the Archives5”

The Meat Fork

D. E. Larsen, DVM “David, I want you to set the table tonight,” Mom said as I came through the door. My shoulders slumped. I had just finished my chores at the barn. The table setting was women’s work in my mind. “Where is Linda?” I asked. “She will be late tonight,” Mom said. “NowContinue reading “The Meat Fork”