Cattle futures made a good rally Friday with live cattle futures advancing $2.20 to $2.90 better on the front two months and feeders from $3.47 to $4.30 higher.
Monday morning it started 30 to 60 cents higher also. Perhaps somewhere in here we should change the attitude to bullish but I’m sure the packers and retailers will fight that unless they are positioned on the board where they don’t care. The nice part of the entire deal is the fact that meat has been moving great with export demand great also.
Feeder numbers have to be winding down with most everyone saying they only see lighter cattle on grass. Others say that more feeders are going back to the auction and less on the video and country making it look like more feeders around.
In our area, rains have been spotty with some areas green and some light green but it beats the heck out of brown.
Three days a week I start my day in a restaurant in our little town. The other two days I am always at the sale barn very early to eat as it is sale day. At that little restaurant it can be quite entertaining even though mostly the same people are there. One man, a very good guy, but like a lot others they are in a very big hurry to get home and do nothing.
So if you are at the table you will hear, “No, I’m not ready to order yet!” Five seconds later, “Well what is taking her that long!” “Yes, I will take a pancake”—then “wow, that is awful small”—the very next day, “there is no way I can eat that big of pancake.” For the next three days, “I wish she wouldn’t fix one that big.” So the next day, same thing, “I wish she wouldn’t fix one that big.” So the ole cowboy sitting across from him got out his ole everyday knife and cut the pancake in half leaving the older man in shock and rest of the table laughing.
Last winter I was driving down the highway when I noticed a car pulled off on the side of the road. When I looked in the mirror I could see it was a woman trying to change a flat. So I turned around and changed the tire for her. She said, “How much do I owe you?” And I said, “Absolutely nothing.” She said, “No, I insist on paying but I have no money.” She said, “Let’s just take it out in trade.” The next thing I knew she had her pink panties in her hand. And immediately, I told her there is no way I’m trading my long handled underwear for those pink panties.
Editor’s note: Jerry Nine, Woodward, Oklahoma, is a lifetime cattleman who grew up on his family’s ranch near Slapout, Oklahoma.
