This is down under the bridge where we explored recently. There is lots of junk under there that people have thrown out of cars from the farm to market road that runs along side the ranch and where the railroad track used to run. There is a fence this side of the bridge and when the rain washes it out or a cow breaks the fence a cow or cows can walk right under that bridge into the dark hole you see and get to another man's property. We keep a good watch on it when it comes a gully washer. Much farther to the left is the end of the property and where the young bull got out not once but twice. So as I said here before the young bull went to market. What I didn't say was that the bull kicked John high up on his leg. I didn't pay much attention to his complaining as it didn't look all that bad at the time. As the days have gone on his leg looks terrible. No wonder he is hobbling around. The bruise is the darkest, biggest bruise I have ever seen. It goes from the Netherlands to his knee. In spite of all this he took and passed a stress test yesterday because he didn't want to take the chemical one.