Market great for calves and feeder cattle
By Jerry Nine
(Oct. 16)—Normally the talk around the coffee shop is the weather. Lately, most of the talk is about the government and the public being disgusted with our politicians. The government runs their business a lot like I run mine, now that I think about it. I would like to see it if politicians refuse to come to an agreement with shutting down the government. I think it should be law that politicians would not receive any salary for that time. I promise you that the sun would not set before they could come to an agreement. I hope my banker doesn’t get any idea like that about my operation, though.
I feel sorry for all those in the north who lost all those cattle and livestock with some herds being completely wiped out. Losing more cattle than you thought you would with sickness is sometimes very frustrating and costly. But losing a high percentage or every animal you own is unimaginable.
This cattle market is great, particularly on calves and feeder cattle. Fats have come up in price some too. I would like to see calves and feeders level off in price and would like to see fats get some higher. It’s a very good market.
After adopting the four boys, when I built onto the house I now have two washers and two dryers. Men, if you seem to have a hard time keeping your wife happy—you ought to consider this. My kids are notorious for saying at 10 p.m., “Oh, yeah. Dad, I need my football clothes washed for tomorrow.” But what I really should have done was put in two refrigerators. My 18-year-old and a friend of his had just got out of football practice and stopped at the quick stop. I told them to get whatever they wanted to eat and I would pay for it. I just about fell over when the clerk said the two of them ate $35 of food.
One of the older men at the sale barn fell and cracked his arm the other day. He said the doctor told him it would have been a lot better if he had broken it. I said, “I can fix that. Put your arm up there and I’ll break it.” He had a heck of a time zipping up his pants after going to the bathroom. Sometimes it’s hard to find a real true friend.
Editor’s note: Jerry Nine, Woodward, Okla., is a lifetime cattleman who grew up on his family’s ranch near Laverne, Okla.