Oct 29, 2026 · 37 min · 10 segments
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I'll never forget the feeling I had when I first got there.
At first, it was relief.
After a two-hour hike across steep forest slopes, my out-of-shape body was practically melting with happiness.
But once I caught my breath and started looking around the farm...
It hit me just how wild and unsettling this place really was.
The several-acre property was separated from the forest by a solid fence about six and a half feet high, topped with barbed wire.
Scrapes of hay and animal droppings were scattered across the bare, trampled ground.
Near a large watering trough about ten feet long stood a tall, old, rusted windmill used to pump water.
Even in a light breeze, it gave off an unpleasant metallic screech.
Right in the middle of the farm stood a tall wooden bell tower that looked ancient and immediately caught my attention.
I'd heard that some superstitious country folk rang bells whenever a storm was coming, but my new employer didn't seem to like that type.
While I was walking around the property before I'd even had a chance to look at everything up close, he contacted me over the CB radio.
He went over my duties one more time and then walked me through the rules of the farm and the cabin where I'd been staying.
When he finally left me alone, I unpacked my things, heated up some canned spaghetti, and went to bed, trying not to think about the fact that I had traded my family, my home, and a well-paying job.
for a run-down wooden cabin in the middle of nowhere with an outhouse instead of a bathroom.
My first day on the job started out surprisingly well.
The sun lit up the forest and the farm, and the mild breeze had a calming effect on me.
I even started thinking I'd made the right decision by coming here.
I'd known for years that being out in nature did me good.
After breakfast and a cup of coffee that tasted a hell of a lot better than the stuff I used to drink at the gas stations, I got to work.
While tossing hay into the feeders, I took a closer look at the animals I'd be taking care of.
I counted five males and 20 females, which told me the farm was clearly focused on breeding.
The females looked normal, but the males had absolutely monstrous antlers.
I'd never seen anything like them.
I figured they had to be some kind of breed I'd never heard of, or maybe the good doctor was mixing steroids into their feed.
I'll never forget the feeling I had when I first got there.
At first, it was relief.
After a two-hour hike across steep forest slopes, my out-of-shape body was practically melting with happiness.
But once I caught my breath and started looking around the farm...
It hit me just how wild and unsettling this place really was.
The several-acre property was separated from the forest by a solid fence about six and a half feet high, topped with barbed wire.
Scrapes of hay and animal droppings were scattered across the bare, trampled ground.
Near a large watering trough about ten feet long stood a tall, old, rusted windmill used to pump water.
Even in a light breeze, it gave off an unpleasant metallic screech.
Right in the middle of the farm stood a tall wooden bell tower that looked ancient and immediately caught my attention.
I'd heard that some superstitious country folk rang bells whenever a storm was coming, but my new employer didn't seem to like that type.
While I was walking around the property before I'd even had a chance to look at everything up close, he contacted me over the CB radio.
He went over my duties one more time and then walked me through the rules of the farm and the cabin where I'd been staying.
When he finally left me alone, I unpacked my things, heated up some canned spaghetti, and went to bed, trying not to think about the fact that I had traded my family, my home, and a well-paying job.
for a run-down wooden cabin in the middle of nowhere with an outhouse instead of a bathroom.
My first day on the job started out surprisingly well.
The sun lit up the forest and the farm, and the mild breeze had a calming effect on me.
I even started thinking I'd made the right decision by coming here.
I'd known for years that being out in nature did me good.
After breakfast and a cup of coffee that tasted a hell of a lot better than the stuff I used to drink at the gas stations, I got to work.
While tossing hay into the feeders, I took a closer look at the animals I'd be taking care of.
I counted five males and 20 females, which told me the farm was clearly focused on breeding.
The females looked normal, but the males had absolutely monstrous antlers.
I'd never seen anything like them.
I figured they had to be some kind of breed I'd never heard of, or maybe the good doctor was mixing steroids into their feed.
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