Many times I have to provide my own entertainment. Often I am the only one laughing at my jokes.
Last week a gal that I buy some calves from told me she couldn’t buy any calves as her pens were full. A few days later I texted her and said, “I went by your pens and turned out all your calves so now you can’t tell me not to buy any!” So, this week I texted her saying, “Don’t tell me your pens are full.” She said, “You can buy some but don’t get too crazy.”
So, I texted back and said, “You are talking to a very stable non-excitable strait-laced extremely relaxed just as I was when running the sale barn.” She texted back, “So basically still moody.” I said, “Yes you are. We should get married cause we already have the sarcasm down.”
I have heard some talk about the government considering paying cattlemen to retain heifers to breed. This would add more calves in a couple of years, but it would also persuade other ranchers into selling middle-aged, bred cows to make room for those heifers. If a lot of those middle-aged and older cows would hit the market quite a few of those cows would go to slaughter eliminating that calf to be born a year earlier. It would also make less beef for a while because of those heifers not going to the feedlot.
A friend of mine is in the cattle business and he is also just one of those guys with always something funny to say. He said, “You know right now in the cattle business it’s just pretty hard to screw up a cattle deal.” But he said, “I am quite sure I will think of a way.”
I walked into the sports bar and this same friend was there with his girlfriend. They were kinda of in an argument. I sat down and we talked a little. Soon his girlfriend went outside for a little bit. This friend said this about his girlfriend leaving for a little bit, “You know I didn’t think anyone could run off a woman better than me, but I believe you are even better at it.”
I took the boys to Grand Lake fishing. We stayed at Hard Rock Casino Friday night on the way. I gave each one of them $100 to gamble with. The next day I asked my youngest son, “Did you gamble?” He said, “Yes, I lost $60 it about made me sick. I said, “Well that was my $100 I gave you.” He said, “I know but it still about made me sick.” I don’t know how I raised one that tight. Life is short take time to do things with your family.
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.
