he was finally allowed to go out on a round-up with the grown men. He got sent to make a small circle along the railroad tracks. He came upon the somewhat bloated body of a hobo that had fallen off the train (or been thrown). He rode home as fast as he could go, got in trouble for running the horse towards the barn and getting it too hot.
He would tell this story kind of laughing but clearly reliving the absolute horror of a little boy finding a freaking dead guy out in the middle of nowhere all by himself. Add to it the degree of decomposition. ewww
The closest I have ever came was finding out after the fact that some crazy fucks had tossed a body into a ditch near the end of our road. After driving out here with it from freaking Illinois. In the summer.
On a related note I have had some photos of a dead bull decomposing published in book. 
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