I was visiting with this couple who are friends of mine and they also run cows and calves. As they were telling the story both were light-hearted and laughing.
She said, “Well we went out to the corral this morning and I said to my husband I might as well go out ahead of you so you can start hollering at me.” She said, “So I get out there by a gate, but keep in mind there are five gates and he said, ‘open the gate!’” She said, “Which gate?” Then he joined the conversation, “I said the gate you are standing by.”
You know how we dads and husbands are we want you to read our mind, that is unless a good-looking woman walks by and then it’s probably better that you don’t.
Our area received excellent moisture this past week putting us in excellent shape for planting wheat. I wish all mine was planted as I am going for pasture only. Monday morning some places were still too wet to start planting, but a sandy place I have we got started again. It isn’t often that Sept. 1 for our area that we can say it’s too wet.
A friend who also runs cattle sent me a text last night that read, “On NS 158 EW 27 there is a calf on the highway.” Well, I know the numbers of my address, but I have no idea where that could be. So I said, “Is that by Woodward?” She said, “No it’s by Laverne.” I still have no clue, which a lot of people would say that about me. The two of us tease each other a lot.
I said, “Was the calf a blue roan with a dot on eye-eye kinda short with a crooked head that limps a little?” I knew she would shoot back a text of some smart answer, but instead she said, “No it was a black baldie they said I wasn’t there.” So again I said, “Did the black white face have a black dotted eye and kinda pop-gutted, but would make a good bull except he is a steer?” Finally, she came to her usual self. She said, “Yes and it had one ear down and a swollen joint on the front right leg.” I said, “Oh yes then it is mine.” She said, “I am sure it is as I can see the resemblance.”
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.
