There are many ways to get injured
By Jerry Nine
(Aug. 13)—In agriculture, being around equipment and livestock, there are so many ways we can get hurt. This morning me and one of my boys went to a pasture where we were tearing out an old fence.
I had a chainsaw and was trying to be very careful explaining to my boy all the ways you could easily get hurt. A little before lunch I had said, “Before we do this again, I am going to buy a pair of goggles.”
The day before I had turned around and almost stuck a branch in my eye. And then very shortly after that, a chunk of wood came out of there and popped me in the eye, leaving most of the white part very red. Live and learn. I guess it seems like sometimes I just live.
Our cattle market has taken a setback, but most of us thought a correction would probably be better in the long run. However, I’m hoping we do not make much more of a correction. Once you change the momentum, it is hard to tell if they are going to adjust it more or perhaps just some profit taking. It’s still a very good market, and our feeder cattle numbers are tight. One cattle buyer said he thought by now our number of feeders would go to a normal number instead of this few.
Our bred cow and pair demand is extremely good with plenty of calf buyers, also. Our grass needed some growth, and now most pastures are as good as they have been for a long time.
One of the guys who works at the sale barn found out he had rectum cancer. Luckily they found it, it was contained, and they are going to treat it like a colon cancer. At least he still has a sense of humor. One person said to him the other day, “Well, when you get this behind you!” He said, “It is behind me!” He told someone later it had gone to his brain.
They very nervously asked, “To your brain?!” He said, “Yes, because I have my head up there so often.”
Another guy who works at the sale was in the process of getting divorce. However, they talked him into going to a marriage counselor. I said, “How is that going?” He said, “Well, now I’ve two people who think I’m a jerk.”
Editor’s note: Jerry Nine, Woodward, Oklahoma, is a lifetime cattleman who grew up on his family’s ranch near Laverne, Oklahoma.