Yes, we are dry and you may be tired of hearing that and I look forward to the week I can say we finally got some rain.
I haven’t given up yet but I do hear more chatter from farmers and ranchers who say, “I’m not buying hay like I did in our last drought.” Some of our customers that are 200 miles away are saying they have too much moisture but a fairly large area is facing over 160 days without any moisture. One farmer said, “I am feeding hay on wheat fields where I thought it might blow.”
I like to work hard but it’s also more fun at work if you tease some. The Mexican workers and I have a good relationship with each of us teaching each other. I will walk by and say “Hustle—be like a white boy.” Then they might say, “I can’t walk as slow as a white boy.”
The one Mexican guy said the day after our Thursday sale—“I got all the cattle moved around; everything has feed and water.” I said the other Mexican’s name and said tell him thanks. He said, “No.” I said, “The No. 1 Mexican did it, not the other Mexican midgets.”
I have the same lady babysitting or just trying to corral the youngest two boys. Her and I give each other heck. The other night she said, “Someone has been knocking on my door. I don’t know whether it is kids or not but no one’s there when I answer the door. Do you mind if one of your boys spends the night with me?” I said that would be fine. Then I texted her and said I have a better idea—now she is 75 years old.
I said, “Why don’t you just strip down to the nude and open the blinds? That ought to do the trick.”
There was a blonde gal who got on an airplane the other day and just walked on the plane and sat in first class. The stewardess came up to her and said, “Ma’am you are going to have to move—you don’t have a first class ticket.” She said, “I am blonde, I am beautiful and I’m not moving.”
So the stewardess went and got the pilot. The pilot came out there and said, “Ma’am you are going to have to move. She said, “I’m blonde, I am beautiful and I’m not moving.”
So that pilot went and told the other pilot what she had said. He said, “Let me handle this. I am married to a blonde and I speak the blonde language.”
He walks up to the blonde and whispers in her ear and said, “Ma’am, first class isn’t going to Toronto. First class is only going to New York.”
So the blonde got up and moved to the back of the plane.
Editor’s note: Jerry Nine, Woodward, Oklahoma, is a lifetime cattleman who grew up on his family’s ranch near Slapout, Oklahoma.
