This Sunday is Father’s Day. Some of you still have your dad and some of us only have the memories. My Dad and I butted heads for many years and I would have to say it was mostly my fault.
But I also realize that we were a lot alike. People would see my Dad at the sale and say, “How could your Dad be so calm and me a wild idiot?” I said, “You didn’t know my Dad when he was 50 or 60.”
When I was in my 20s I thought I had learned it all. I remember once Dad had a cow that had horns and I thought she was mean to the other cows. I had the cow in the chute and Dad walked up. He said, “What are you doing?” I said, “I’m dehorning this cow.” He said, “No you aren’t, you will kill her.” I said, “Oh yeah, I am she is mean with those horns.”
Fortunately, Dad lived long enough we got on the same page. Happy Father’s Day to all you dads. Just think you could have had a son like me. Count your blessings.
I had an interesting call this past week from a man from Arizona. He said he had read this article for many years. He said I have a question for you: Why do you think beef is as high as it is? We both agreed that the drought over several states 15 years ago had a very big impact. He lives about 60 miles from the Mexican border.
His opinion was that President Joe Biden opened the flood gates of letting anyone and everyone in the United States. And he said they not only let them in but they were also given prepaid debit cards or EBT. He said he and his wife would go to the grocery store and would be somewhat selective of what they bought, and sometimes next to them would be a couple with two completely full shopping carts, and he said they weren’t buying the cheaper stuff. It was a lot of ribeye steaks. They also were given a free phone.
Last week at church the preacher said—“If you know your wife is controlling you then move to the left.” All the men in the church moved to the left except for one. The only man that didn’t move was a scrawny little ole man.
I thought wow good for him at least there is one man that stands up for himself. The preacher said, “Sir how come your wife can’t control you?” Then he quietly said, “My wife told me not to move.”
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
