It was bought at the stockyard yesterday for $60. I made the comment it would be advertised for $1000 and sell for $800 on Facebook. It was on Facebook before dark and its sold but dont know for how much yet.
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It was bought at the stockyard yesterday for $60. I made the comment it would be advertised for $1000 and sell for $800 on Facebook. It was on Facebook before dark and its sold but dont know for how much yet.
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It was bought at the stockyard yesterday for $60. I made the comment it would be advertised for $1000 and sell for $800 on Facebook. It was on Facebook before dark and its sold but dont know for how much yet.
Aww, she's just been "let get skinny" "limit fed" (from a different thread)
All her groceries gone into making horns?
2 hay rings and not a bit of hay in sight..........
A woman near me raised them. While they don't get really fat, they are not that thin. She told me that the adult horns are worth a lot more than the cattle themselves.
A woman near me raised them. While they don't get really fat, they are not that thin. She told me that the adult horns are worth a lot more than the cattle themselves.
There used to be a Watusi 'ranch'/breeder on FM321 between my old place and Dayton Tx, and you see could them from the highway. WorkinOnItRanch and they may still be in operation. No, they were no where near that skinny. The attraction for horns is the same as the attraction for anything else one wants to collect. Old tools, glassware, Taxidermized mammals, mounted fish, medals, trophies, people's cut off fingers, books, women..
When I was about 12, my father bought a house with 8 acres of pasture, an old 1 car garage and a storage shed built on to the garage about a mile up the road from our residence.
He bought the place for the pasture which he mostly planted corn & peas on, and later calves and a horse but there was always chores to do there for me and brother. That shed was full of old crap and we had to clean it up to be able to store feed and a few bales of hay. While cleaning it up, bro and I found a jar full of dark liquid and something in the bottom. A whole human index finger in formaldehyde. Told our Dad about it, he looked at it and sealed it back up telling us the previous owner was a pipefitter at the same refinery Dad worked and had probably cut a finger off and just kept it , ' because he could'. He put it back in the jar, sealed it up on the shelf in the shed & Told us to leave it be!!
Of course we, being 12, did not. A few weeks later, we took the finger out of the jar, wrapped it in napkins, I stuck it my jeans pocket and took it to school for 'Show and Tell'. It caused quite a ruckus at school, Mrs West (teacher) screaming her head when I so proudly unwrapped that grizzled old finger, us off to principal's office and parents called with a pretty good ass whipping that night at home.