Just a scoop full
By Jerry Nine
(Dec. 12)--If you stay involved in the cattle business on a daily basis, you would have to say that it is at least interesting if nothing else. We are very dry to say the least. Our killing cow prices have slipped a little, but our demand for good young bred cows and pairs is extremely good. Each week because of the drought I fear we might slip $200 per head on these good young bred cows or bred heifers. However, this past week was even stronger yet. If we would happen to get enough moisture by spring, I think we could sell replacement cows and heifers no telling how high. But if we continue to stay dry then we will do a lot more culling. I have heard several ranchers say that if it does not rain or snow in the next few weeks they are going to do more heavy culling. We do not need more culling in our area for the sake of a sale barn or the sake of a rancher or farmer trying to make a living.
Our wheat fields look worse every week. Prices are good but it is hard to make money in a drought.
Football season is over and now the kids are in basketball. Several weeks ago our high school was playing football. As the halftime buzzer rang we had intercepted the ball and were headed down the field to try to make a touchdown. There were a couple of defenders between the ball carrier and the goal, but who knows whether we could score or not. All of a sudden the play is stopped because of an inadvertent whistle or whistle blown accidentally. That, my friend, can make a Sunday school teacher cuss. Luckily, it didn't affect the outcome of the game. But there is one place I would like to have put that whistle and it had nothing to do with daylight.
The other story that was brought up at the coffee table this morning was about football also. There is a guy that is a little slow mentally but not bad. But to be right honest I can fit in that category myself. He is extremely loud and vocal. He was always wanting to be in the middle of most situations that you didn't really want him in. One man had purchased a very large bell and donated it to the school. They would ring this bell every time we scored or did something good. They decided that this would be a great job for this one particular individual as it would also keep him occupied and out of the way. But soon he was ringing the bell every few seconds at his discretion. One day one of the coaches decided this was driving them nuts with all the ringing. So he simply removed the inside of the bell. The game was just getting started. All of a sudden at the top of his lungs he is running the sidelines hollering, "Someone stole my ding-dong! Someone stole my ding-dong!" It's never dull.
Editor's note: Jerry Nine, Woodward, Okla., is a lifetime cattleman who grew up on his family's ranch near Laverne, Okla.