The Chicken Farm

Deb and I rode up to the chicken farm this past Friday, and you know, we really enjoyed stopping in there. We stopped in at the complex and saw a few people we’d really not seen in years. We enjoyed seeing them, and the amazing part to me was once again…how time does fly! It had been since October of 1995, when Dad sold the complex to Hillandale Farms, since I personally, had set foot in that building.

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Since then, the complex has been sold once more…this time to Cal-Maine Foods, a very, very, very large company, and from what I’d heard, and from what little I saw the other day, they are a well-run group! I was impressed. Leslie, who I trained under and eventually who I ran the complex behind after he went to work for another company, was back on this complex. It was good seeing him and we had a good visit. Leslie’s been in the chicken business between 45-50 years and knows it backwards and forwards. He’s a great guy, and back in the day was a tough ole knocker. I’d talked about Slick in a previous article, and he started a fight with Leslie at the complex many, many years ago. Here’s the article on Slick, and it’s not about their fight, but has a couple really funny stories about Slick. Well, Slick was tough as lighter knot himself, and the man wasn’t scared of anything, I mean absolutely nothing! Ole Slick had one tiny, little drawback to that mindset though…he couldn’t fight worth a flip! As I said, he wasn’t scared of man, nor beast, but when it come to using his fists, he was sorely lacking in that department. I just mentioned that Leslie was one heck of a nice guy, and he is. But for some unknown reason, he just rubbed Slick the wrong way. I never knew what it was, but after the confrontation between those two, let’s just say that the Slickster came to admire and RESPECT Leslie more than he’d ever have dreamed possible. To make it short…Leslie bout killed him! More...