I'm ready to let the chips fall where they may - the buffalo chips, that is.

Tomorrow I go to Farmfest and am on the media team for the DNR's Buffalo Chip Throwing Contest.

Last year, my first year in the contest, I threw like a girl, as my guys would say. My distance throw lacked distance. If it made it three feet, I was lucky.

They kept telling me to throw it like a frisbee. A frisbee? A buffalo chip and a frisbee have little in common. The frisbee is this aerodynamic disc. It glides. A buffalo chip is a, well, a dried mound of buffalo poo! There's nothing aerodynamic about that! Afterall, if God had intended us to throw the "chip", he'd have done a better job on the design aspect.

I carried my team on accuracy, though. I threw it in the bucket.

So today is reserved for practice. With a frisbee. No buffalo poo in my yard!

My mom said that, while growing up in North Dakota in the early 1920s, they'd collect the cow pies and use them in place of wood to burn in their stove. YUCK! Imagine that odor! And if you wanted to live the smells of yesteryear, does Febreeze even carry that scent? Hmmmmm. And what would be the chance of future sales if you were to bottle the stuff?

So tomorrow I will don my little plastic gloves and throw the bull... At least we won't have to burn it!