Good point.

If only that were the worst of the poor choices they've made.

I read 'filled' for 'titled', and I nodded in agreement.

Also I just poured a drowned, bloated marmot out of one of our irrigation pipes.

Quick LJs: Marmots are so loathed by many farmers that in thier attempts to limit marmot population growth, they become insane with aggression. Once I was driving with a farmer, and we stopped at a railroad crossing. A juvenile marmot lifted its head from the ditch at the side of the road (the borrow pit). The farmer jumped out and broke the marmot's neck with his foot right there, with one decisive stomp.

My friend W once was helping his dad change some irrigation pipes, and they discovered a family of marmots in them. The dad tipped the pipe until they poured out, and W and his brother killed them with large basalt rocks. He said he didn't think much of it at the time, but in retrospect it was like something out of the Paleolithic.

You're friends with W?! Amazing! So he actually does work that ranch/farm in Crawford?