Recently I was headed to the cattle sale at El Reno— yes I was in a hurry like always. My bank in Alva also has a bank in Okeene so I had a check that I needed to run by the bank and still get there before the sale started.
So I turned at Watonga and headed east finally reaching Okeene and like before I came to the stop light and went a block north to circle around to the night drop. Just then I looked up at the building that read Kingfisher. Then I thought well when did they move the town of Kingfisher?
Oh, course when I tell that story at breakfast the next morning they all want to put me in their bracket —old farts. They laughed and said, “It will only get worse.” No, I am not in their bracket.
Well, I probably shouldn’t tell this story right behind that one, but oh well, who cares.
I was needing some grass hay to mix with some ensilage so I texted a friend and asked him if he had any grass. We made a deal and Mike said he would deliver it the next day. So I texted my hired hand and said Mike will have 3 loads of grass there tomorrow. But, instead I texted Mike back and said Mike will have 3 loads of grass tomorrow. He texted this is Mike. No, I’m not slipping let’s just say fat fingers that sounds better. So, I had to have something to say back to Mike so I said well I figured you had forgotten.
We went lower for two weeks in the cattle auctions but with $4 to $5 per hundredweight up the first two days of last week buyers were back swinging. Interesting enough the previous week when they were cheaper most sales were short four or five buyers, but put money back on where they can give more they were all back. Maybe some buyers should look and see if there is anything still hanging there.
Guess what I went to the Okeene bank again and they moved Kingfisher back to where it should be.
In church they have the little kids come to the front of the church for children’s church. The lady telling the story asked the kids, “What was Jesus’ mother’s name?” One little girl said,
“Mary.” The teacher said, “That is very good.” She said, “What was Jesus’ father’s name.” A little boy said, “Verge.” She said, “Verge, where did you get that?” He said, “They always say Verge and Mary.”
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 and grew up on his family’s ranch near Slapout, Oklahoma.
PHOTO: Adult man with a cowboy hat, using smart phone on his farm. (iStock-#2249520688 │ AleksandarNakic)
