Most of our area is still green but you can tell it could use a drink. But we would hate to get spoiled and get used to anything lush.
There are still some cattle moving at the auctions when we all thought the numbers had to get a lot less. But I still say this is the last of our yearlings unless it stays dry then a few more grass cattle will come back.
Our feeder sale last week was $3 to $7 a hundredweight better and I would say on some plainer thin cattle possibly $15 per hundredweight better. They still say packers are making $250 to $300 per head, which is ridiculous, but the bright side to that is meat is moving good and demand has been great.
Most cattle feeders that I talk to think the last quarter of the year should definitely get better. Cow and bull killing prices seemed better the last two weeks. I would like it better if we went to the 70s and 80s per hundredweight on killing cows but it is what it is. Anytime you put a little extra spark in the market the buyers are always reaching out further and sometimes they are less picky. But the same goes anytime the market is falling they are often more picky.
I just had a physical. The doctor said, “Don’t eat anything fatty.” I said, “Like bacon and ice cream?” He said, “No, fatty, don’t eat anything.”
The devil showed up in church and everyone ran out but one old man. The devil said, “Aren’t you afraid of me?” He said, “Nope—I married your sister.”
A guy went fishing and took some worms and a bottle of Jack Daniels. After a while he ran out of worms and looked around and saw a water moccasin there with a frog in his mouth. So he decided he could use that frog if he could get it away from the snake. So he grabbed that snake close to his head so he couldn’t bite him and pulled that frog out.
Then he was concerned he would get bit so he poured some Jack Daniels down that snake and sure enough the snake relaxed so he threw him back in the water. After a few minutes he felt something bump him on the foot. And this time the snake had two frogs in his mouth.
Editor’s note: Jerry Nine, Woodward, Oklahoma, is a lifetime cattleman who grew up on his family’s ranch near Slapout, Oklahoma.
