I Remember How to Whip It, Whip it Good

My dad had a black and white bullwhip that he used when working cattle. He would leave it hanging in the milking barn. We milked about 25 to 40 cows twice a day, but only had four machines. That would give us a few minutes of down time so I would go outside with the whip and try to make it crack. I eventually learned how, but not before either snapping myself or one of my sisters who carelessly stepped within the circle of pain.

3 thoughts on “I Remember How to Whip It, Whip it Good”

  1. I love reading all these I Remember stories! I think my favorite so far is the headbutting story.

    And it’s so interesting what we remember (and don’t remember) from our childhoods.

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