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The deer ate all the leaves from my two newly planted quaking aspen…damn deer. I went to Richard’s to borrow the pounder. I told him what happened and he asked me if I cussed. I think it was a Montana test. Back at the schoolhouse Deborah wielded the pounder and we put in posts and strung fencing around the sticks that were my trees. It is a western stand off. Deborah is betting on the aspen, but Richard shakes his head looking doubtful.