When we bought the Flying T, we knew that one of our two pastures was “rough.” OK, it’s really rough.  Half-forested, largely with poisonous [to livestock] pin cherry trees.  Not much growing in it but rocks and  goldenrod.  Fence falling down.  Steep slopes on a good portion of it.  Rutted with holes to the point that it was unsafe to let the horses loose.  Rough. The book answer for a pasture that had been let go for that long would be to call in the bulldozer, then trucklo