The pranks are plentiful
By Jerry Nine
(April 2)—I have been known to pull a prank or two. As I walked out of the cafÃ© this morning to get in my pickup, as I pulled the handle on the door there was the biggest gob of grease you could imagine.
It would have been enough to have greased a tractor. This started last week as at the same cafÃ© I had some twine from a round bale of hay and it seemed like it looked better on the other cowboy’s pickup. In fact I had crammed it in his handle. Boys will be boys.
The only mistake the other cowboy might have made was putting that much extra grease on my handle ’cause with still a handful of grease I had just enough for his windshield in case he needed grease there. You’re right, I should be sorting cattle instead.
We are getting drier every week. And it seems we have had a lot more wind this spring than normal. I figure if I put this in the paper every week that soon enough people will get tired of reading that and start praying that our area gets rain. One man who works at the sale has a cowboy church on his ranch. I jokingly asked him if he had remembered to pray for rain. He said, “Yes we did, but I forgot to pray that the wind would not blow 60 miles per hour.” Most of the optimists will tell you we are one day closer to getting rain than we were and most of the pessimists will tell you why it won’t do much good if it does.
I am trying to be an optimist. If you are selling calves or feeder cattle regardless of getting dry, so far you would have to like the cattle market. My 740-pound heifers last week brought $1,200 per head. And the week before my steers weighing 750 pounds brought $1,330 per head. So far that beats last year for me.
Several young- or middle-aged men have lost their lives unexpectedly around our small town these past few weeks. It has been said to live every day like it was your last day on earth. I think that is very good advice. It is Wednesday morning and I am headed to the sale to sort cattle for Friday’s sale. But I would have to admit if I thought today was my last day on earth—you would probably have to sort your own.
We were laughing this morning about this older cowboy who had hired this man to help him on the ranch. As they pulled up to the gate to go feed the cows, the owner said, “Aren’t you going to get the gate?” The hired hand said, “Nope you hired me to help you. If you can’t get it open I’ll get out and help you.”
That same ole cowboy had small square bales of hay stacked in the barn. That should tell you it was quite some time ago. They had a whiskey bottle hid in the hay. The old cowboy said, “It’s a better deal for the cows if we cannot find the battle. They get more hay.”
The NWOCA heifer, cow and bull sale is planned for 1 p.m. April 8, with a free lunch for all customers.
Editor’s note: Jerry Nine, Woodward, Okla., is a lifetime cattleman who grew up on his family’s ranch near Laverne, Okla.