Iroquois Farm Group

My name is Paul Netusil, I am 24, happily married, with a great 7 month old son. I come from a long and proud heritage of rednecks, hillbillys, and hicks. My family has two traditions. First is flannel. And not being one to break from family tradition I own more flannels than I own underwear. The second tradition is to beat up a family member everytime you get more than 4 of us together at any one time. This is not an exageration. There was only one fight at my wedding (which in itself is miraculous). It was my 68 year old grandmother beating the hell out of her 47 year old boyfriend in the bar after the reception. She had become loaded due to massive partaking of Wild Turkey and Cuervo and passed out. When she came to (still drunk mind you), he was back down at the bar, so she stormed down from her room, saw him at the bar and snuffed him out. Boom! Better believe that she dropped him too. This has no relevance to the farm, I just think it's a damn funny story. The farm rocks. I dig it. Done some smaller scale farming at orchards and berry fields so I am kind of use to it. Just have to figure out the specifics of this kind of farming. I dig the organic aspect as well. The restaurant is a wild experience. Learning to cook more than Ramen noodles (affectionately refered to by most of my friends a crackhead soup), and toast which i dont mess up too bad unless I try to do something fancy like making BUTTERED toast. Then its a 50/50 shot. Alright I have to mess with the fields. Write more later.
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