Cutting grass and wrangling buffalo

When I was living in Australia I used to love cutting my lawn and I was pretty damn good at it too. Trained from a young age by my dad who insisted we use a pre-war era pusher mower with a wooden handle, I graduated to ride ons and whipper snippers at the family farm. When I bought my house a Masport mower and Stihl line cutter were my first purchases and my lawn was kept military grade. So now we have Waratah and I get to cut our lawn and random Cambodian pasture. I went a little crazy this weekend and did the neighbors too…

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There were a couple of old guys cutting a block by hand with their sickles and when they saw my machine their eyes lit up so I let them use it. They were stoked to get their work done in about 1/10th of the time thereby freeing them up for an early lunch.

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After I finished Waratah and surrounds looked bloody marvelous. As Grace and I admired my handiwork, some water buffalo wandered onto the block much to Grace’s joy. The calves were pretty cute and very friendly and Grace showed no fear as she led them around on their ropes.

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