I guess it never would have happened if Raymond hadn’t sold his cows. The Star Valley Beanfield War, I mean.
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I guess it never would have happened if Raymond hadn’t sold his cows. The Star Valley Beanfield War, I mean.
Cy talked him into planting a bean field. They both had time on their hands. The two of them would do the work. Cy put up twenty acres and Raymond furnished the machinery. The field was in a small plot of private property surrounded by the Tonto National Forest. I should point out that both men were three score and ten...each.
May 10 they broke ground. That spring Arizona had above normal moisture and the beans came on like gangbusters. Raymond left for a week and on his return Cy was in a tizzy. The elk had invaded the beanfield.