2 days, $2, 2 fingers

‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌    Folks—did you know I only have two fingers on my left hand? Luckily, that's just enough fingers to count how many days are left until Montanans start voting. 🤙 Will you pitch in $2 (ha, get it?) to help me win the most competitive Senate race in the country? My team set a goal of raising $200K by midnight, and we need a big push *right now* to get there. If you've saved your payment information with ActBlue Express, your donation will go through immediately: CHIP IN $2 NOW CHIP IN $17.77 NOW CHIP IN $50 NOW CHIP IN $100 NOW CHIP IN $250 NOW ANOTHER AMOUNT Let me tell you the story of how I lost three of my fingers in a meat grinding accident as a kid—don't worry, I'll leave the rough parts out. I grew up in a twenty-four-by-thirty-six foot house. My dad's butcher shop was right next door. And in 1966, my left hand met the business end of our family's meat grinder. You might be asking yourself why a nine-year-old was allowed to use the meat grinder, but as a young farm kid, I knew how to operate trucks, tractors, power tools—you name it. I don't remember putting my hand there, but I sure as hell remember pulling it out. We rushed to a local doctor. My mom and dad had to drive me over 40 miles to the closest hospital where I could get surgery. After I lost my fingers, I had to give up my dreams of playing the saxophone and took up the trumpet. I graduated college with a degree in music. But I never gave up farming. I still work the land my grandparents homesteaded over 100 years ago, planting every spring and harvesting every August. And I even have the same meat grinder. Sharla and I still use it to this day. (It's a good meat grinder!) I'm telling you this story because I've never forgotten who I am or where I came from. I'm a proud dirt farmer from just outside Big Sandy, which, in my opinion, helps me be a better senator for Montana. We've been able to accomplish a lot in the Senate—more than I can count on my fingers, but that doesn't really matter since there's so much more to do. That's why I'm turning to you: I proudly rely on grassroots support from folks like you. So with just 2 days to go until Montanans start casting their ballots, I'm asking you to make an investment in our campaign by contributing any amount you can. I'll need you with me if we want to win this race. If you've saved your payment information with ActBlue Express, your donation will go through immediately: CHIP IN $2 NOW CHIP IN $17.77 NOW CHIP IN $50 NOW CHIP IN $100 NOW CHIP IN $250 NOW ANOTHER AMOUNT I won't stop working to protect and preserve our Montana way of life. Thanks for reading. 🤙 —Jon     As a third-generation Montanan and the U.S. Senate's only working dirt farmer, Jon Tester is committed to protecting the Montana way of life. In the Senate, Jon takes his cues from the rural communities, veterans, and working families that elected him—not special interests or super PACs. That's why we're counting on you to help reelect Jon and keep him fighting for rural communities in the Senate. Click here to chip in and fuel our grassroots campaign >> DONATE PO Box 558, Billings, MT 59103 www.jontester.com | INFO@JONTESTER.COM | Privacy Policy PAID FOR BY MONTANANS FOR TESTER We believe that emails are the best way for us to stay in touch with supporters like you. But if you'd like to receive fewer emails, click: here. Click here if you'd like to: unsubscribe.