Milk cans. Maybe one used for cream after separation. Either that or pistons for the old John Deere 😵*💫
Stan guessing you must be a youngster compared to some of us.
Here’s a milk can story. Think I might’ve been about 8 years old. Somehow I had come into possession of a one dollar bill. Had it all balled up in my hand and wasn’t about to let go of it. Then came lunch. My uncle did up his own bacon and that was served. I had never tasted bacon like it. Figured something was off so I shook a bunch of salt on it. Even worse. Got told it didn’t need salt because it was already heavily salted bacon. So I reached behind me to pass the bacon to an eager dog but in the process that balled up dollar left my hand. Dog didn’t get it. It dropped into a full milk can with no lid on it. I’m desperately trying to figure out how to retrieve my prize. While others were in the midst of lunch conversation I slid my hand into the can and stirred around a bit. No dollar. I went deeper up to my elbow and felt the balled up dollar. Retrieved it with no one the wiser. Wiped my arm on my pants and tucked the dollar in a pocket. I may not have washed my hands before lunch and I may have gathered some eggs and shovelled some manure before as well. I decided I wouldn’t bother with a glass of milk from that can.
Just realized that national Sportsman magazine will be 100 years old in a few weeks.
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