I was sent a quote from a San Francisco newspaper. A guy had written a letter to the editor.
It read, “To all you hunters who kill animals for food—shame on you! You ought to go to the store and buy the meat that was made there, where no animals were harmed.” Underneath this quote said, “Folks just remember as you read this—this person probably drives and votes. Perhaps they should feed him some of that imitation of meat grown in a petri dish. That sounds tasty doesn’t it?”
This morning we got a very nice rain with the bar ditch close to the house full. From a few months ago being extremely dry to probably as good of an August as we could have sure is a big contrast.
This morning, we sold a baby calf and the ticket said, “This calf has been on the bottle for a week.” I hollered at the auctioneer and said, “that sounds like you—you have been on the bottle for about a week—haven’t you.” He said, “When I was 20, I think I was on the bottle for more than a week.”
The feeder cattle market has been good. Actually last week it might have slipped a couple of dollars but still a very aggressive market. Young pairs and bred cow demand seems to be good. Our middle aged bred cows were some higher but still seem a good buy to me.
Killing cows and bulls were $3 to $5 higher this past week with a low number running in our area. I was told that a big part of Texas got rain where it was extremely dry dropping some of the huge cow runs.
A blind cowboy stumbled into an all-girl biker bar. He made his way up to a barstool. He ordered a shot of Jack Daniels and then hollered out, “You want to hear a good blond joke?” In a real deep voice a gal hollered out and said, “There are five very important things you should know—1. the bartender is a blond girl; 2. the bouncer is a blond girl who’s holding a baseball bat; 3. I’m a 6-foot tall blond woman with a black belt in karate; 4. the woman sitting next to me is a blond and a professional weightlifter; and 5. the lady to your right is blond and a professional wrestler.”
She said, “Now think about it seriously—do you still want to tell a blond joke, cowboy?” He said, “Heck no—I don’t want to have to explain it five times.”
Editor’s note: Jerry Nine, Woodward, Oklahoma, is a lifetime cattleman who grew up on his family’s ranch near Slapout, Oklahoma.
