Just put three days of very cold weather in a row, but then follow that with a nice, pretty day of sunshine and warm weather, and you will even see a few of the gripy old cowboys smile.
Well, maybe not exactly smile but maybe just not gripe as much. Wow, what a difference. Now all we need is a nice rain.
It often takes a disaster or problem for a lot of us to remind ourselves and our family of things never to do. This past week a man entered a large grain bin that seemed to be clogged up and not auguring grain out. I don’t know the circumstances, but evidently the auger was still going. The problem is once you get it unclogged with the auger running, it is easy to suck you down toward the auger and not be able to get out.
I encourage all farmers to remind your kids and family to never do this with the auger running. God has been good to me as I have made a lot of stupid mistakes that should have ended my life. I guess He is not through with me yet, or at least I hope not.
Cattle futures Monday and Tuesday have rallied some, and that is is good. I know if you are hedging or putting some on insurance, it is easy to get greedy like I did a month ago. August feeders were at $277, and I thought, well, I will do one contract and if they bounce up a little more I will do quite a few more. Shortly we were $11 per hundredweight less. Whoops.
When my son was 4 years old, we stopped at a convenience store to get something to drink. When we got back to the pickup, I saw he had a candy bar in his pocket. I knew I hadn’t bought it for him, and I knew he didn’t have any money, so I did what I knew I should do. I took him to a jewelry store.
My son was helping me with my phone. Then he said, “Type in your password.” After a little bit he asked me what was taking me that long. I said it takes a while to type all those words. I showed him what I typed- Mickey Minnie Goofy Donald Pluto Huey Louie Dewey Paris. He said, “What is all that?” I said, “It said type in 8 characters and one Capital.”
Editor’s note: The views expressed here are the author’s own and do not represent the view of High Plains Journal. Jerry Nine, Woodward, Oklahoma, is a lifetime cattleman who grew up on his family’s ranch near Slapout, Oklahoma.
