This was Uncle Bob’s airfield. I called him that, anyways. He had a pretty sweet setup over at Yankee Airfield (located across I-25 and catty-corner to the massive Budweiser) before his land was illegally taken by his own tenant in cahoots with some powerful men there in Fort Collins. Any case, his setup was sweet because he had figured out you can get two or three cuttings with pretty much guaranteed income beside the rental of the building and airplane hangars. With just one combine and some irrigation, he was able to literally grow all the income he ever needed every year. Hay grows like weeds, which is to say grows like grass, which is to say it is grass. And this setup is almost as pretty for the ecosystem as would be controlled “open” grazing or better free range livestock.
NICE SHIRT!
