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Yesterday I worked 68 weanling calves. Of the 68, 37 were bull calves, which I castrated with my pocket knife. As I was running them through the squeeze chute I remembered the very first bull calves I castrated, it was a delightful and funny memory. It was 1988 and I was 19 years old. I only had three calves and all three were bulls. I took them to the local sale barn to use the head catch (I didn't have one) on a day there was no sale. The only person I could get to help me at the time was my grandfather. As I ran the calves into the chute and caught them in the head catch my grandfather kept saying over and over "they're going to die, son you don't know what the heck you're doing and you're killing these calves. My, my, what a mess, they're going to die". He was right about one thing, I didn't know what I was doing but I was doing what I figured was best. The calves never missed a beat, they did great, healed up quickly, got fat, and round as a gun barrel. I'll never forget my grandfather helping me castrate my very first calves.
Another great memory: He went with me three years later to the sale barn. There was a bunch of weaning aged, brahma heifers at the sale that day and they were selling cheap. I bought 10 of them. As they were running them through the ring, and I was bidding on them, the heifers were doing what long ears often do, slinging snot, slobber, and pee all over everything, trying to climb the walls, and trying to kill everyone in sight. My grandfather kept saying over and over "I don't know what in the world you want with them crazy things. They ain't going to stay in your pasture 5 minutes. They're going to be scattered from heck to breakfast and you'll never see them again". When I got them home I shut them up in a small lot and fed them every day. After about two weeks he came over and watched me hand feed most of them before turning them into the pasture. All he had to say was "I still wouldn't have them crazy things". Ahh, great memories.
Another great memory: He went with me three years later to the sale barn. There was a bunch of weaning aged, brahma heifers at the sale that day and they were selling cheap. I bought 10 of them. As they were running them through the ring, and I was bidding on them, the heifers were doing what long ears often do, slinging snot, slobber, and pee all over everything, trying to climb the walls, and trying to kill everyone in sight. My grandfather kept saying over and over "I don't know what in the world you want with them crazy things. They ain't going to stay in your pasture 5 minutes. They're going to be scattered from heck to breakfast and you'll never see them again". When I got them home I shut them up in a small lot and fed them every day. After about two weeks he came over and watched me hand feed most of them before turning them into the pasture. All he had to say was "I still wouldn't have them crazy things". Ahh, great memories.