Phase 2: We Have A Winner And He Has A Mullet When I got to the second page of elligible farmers near me, I noticed a guy who was from the South with a fantastic blond mullet.
I'm typically not interested in guys who are business up front, party in the back, but he looked like a country singer, with a super handsome face and a lumberjack-level beard. In his "About Me" section, he stated, "I’m the type of a man that wants to know you before dating you.
October and November are best to avoid because of drilling. You’ll obviously want to avoid lambing season, too. In fact, there may be a window of about three days in any given year which is good for a date.
When planning the date, be patient if you are waiting for a text. If the date doesn’t go well, falling out with the son or daughter or a neighbouring farmer could result in a family feud that will last four generations.
” (A gasp also never goes amiss.) Even if you don’t know your Fords from your Fendts and your Herefords from your Holsteins, look interested when they show you a photo of their most recent purchase, be it an animal or machine. BPS is not a political party, RPA is not a nasty disease and AHDB is not a behavioural disorder. In the unlikely event of a summertime date, it’s probably news that the grain dryer’s on the blink, or a warning that the telehandler is being nicked. It’s not boredom, it’s exhaustion – working 16 hours straight can have that effect. I don’t think they should be allowed on the road.” Absolutely do not wear white if you’re hoping for a lift home.