I also remember the cotton seed mounds , out behind the gin.
Hardest working man I've ever known.
Jim
At the cotton gin trash from cotton, leaves, seeds etc separated from the cotton was blown thru pipes into a pasture behind the building (cousin’s pasture). A lot of fine cotton lint was blown out also. At night that pasture looked white. The only restroom at the gin were a few trees in that pasture.
One very cold night I started down to the trees, stepped across the fence. The ground was sloped and uneven, piles of cotton seeds all covered in cotton lint. I came to a white mound and tried to step across it, couldn’t tell what it was… until it got up and ran! It was a big calf, about 800lbs, and I was sitting on it backwards!!! I was bucked off after a couple jumps. Scared the carp out of me! Didn’t get hurt thankfully.
What I didn’t know was that my cousin had turned his cattle into the pasture that day. Those big pipes also blew out heated air from the cotton dryers and the cattle found a nice warm place to sleep. Covered with cotton lint at night they looked like big bumps on the ground, looked like anything but cattle.
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