Bluegrass, barbed wire and wiener dog wrangling

New Year's resolutions are tricky business. Most people vow to lose weight, save money, or finally keep a houseplant alive past February. All noble goals, sure, but this year, my resolution is a bit different: I'm resolving to stay humble.

And there's no better place to get a crash course in humility than Seven Springs Ranch.

It all started when I returned to feed the cows, a chore I've shockingly come to enjoy-bluegrass baling adventures included. If you've never handled bluegrass, imagine trying to hold onto a giant stack of spaghetti while it's actively falling apart. As Dalton and I attemp...