Don't get me started on story telling. Maybe I'll swing on down to the BS section though.
Gordon could think and chew gum at the same time. He had just got most of a quarter section [160 acres] brushed {cleared of trees with a cat] and broken [plowed], and was probably wondering how he was going to pick all of those roots and smooth down the field. Suddenly, two local boys walked out of the bush, wanting to make a deal. It only took him a few minutes to get an answer to his dilemma.
A few years later, the same big old fellow [named Tiny] that owned the cats and did the breaking, was breaking land for Dad. I walked out to the field and asked if I could work for him. He looked at me for a good minute, [just like Gordon had done] and then said, "I'm going to need a guy in the next area we go to, so you can learn, here on your Dad's place." So I went to work running a D7 Cat pulling a two bottom breaking plow with 24" bottoms. When school started up again in September, I had to quit, but I had enough money to buy a pink '56 Meteor. The following year, when I turned 16, I made it all legal, and went back running the cat again for Tiny.