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This past year the American National Cattlewomen chose several women to serve as conversation leaders in our beef industry through the United States Farmer's and Rancher's Alliance I was one of those women.and have enjoyed the training through this program which is striving to form a bond between consumers and their food producers.  This video was taken as part of USFRA's competition, Become The Face of Agriculture.  We are trying our luck, but if we don't make the cut, it was something I've been wanting to do with my dad for several years.

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