andybob
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I grew up with cattle and developed an early fascination for the local native breeds, the fact that you could actually make a good living with cattle in our country was a bonus to my addiction.
Isomade":1a8h1v7k said:See what I mean? Being a cantankerous old fart is where its at! So how long do I have to go? :banana:Angus Cowman":1a8h1v7k said:Who ya calling old ???Isomade":1a8h1v7k said:Well, I had a lifelong dream of being a pioneer in "Cat Herding". Thanks to a mishap with predictive text on google I wound up at "cattle today" instead of "cat herding today". I saw some cantankerous old farts like 3waycross, Dun, AC, and KT, telling everyone what to do, and what was wrong with their operations. I liked it! So I decided if I wanted to be a cantankerous old fart I had better get started. :lol:
He77 Dun is ANCIENT compared to the rest of Us
and don't let KT fool ya he is a millionaire Land baron and just has cows for a tax break
and 3way has sold more beef than anyone on here could raise in a yr
Victoria":170tm6i9 said:When I was two years old we moved from the city to the ranch to take care of my grandfather's cows. Mom used to take me out walking the fields to check them and there was one old Hereford cow that was fascinated by me. She'd come to see me and I would stumble over her. She started my love of cows. These were pretty wild cows mind you, except #9. Actually, she was #21 but I couldn't count that high so I called her #9. :lol2:
Fast forward to my graduating years and I decided to go to school for marketing management. Did that, got a city job and only saw that cows for castrating, preg check days. Helped another guy round up his cows with my horse. That was about the extent of it for a few years. Then I got really sick. Had to quit my job and moved home. Happened to be calving season. Mom was pretty tired doing it alone. Had a downer cow that needed a lot of care. That was something I could help with so I took care of her. Was pretty happy after a number of days when she could walk on her own. I managed to help out that year here and there and after a couple of surgeries I was able to get a job again and go back to work. I sent out a few resumes but my heart was with the cows. I had forgotten how good it was just being out with them. So instead of taking a city job I decided to go the road of less money, more work and my cows.
crossbredcalves":23cqhgnh said:My first word was bull, and I learned to count by counting cows.
Isomade":31qbc7cv said:Victoria":31qbc7cv said:When I was two years old we moved from the city to the ranch to take care of my grandfather's cows. Mom used to take me out walking the fields to check them and there was one old Hereford cow that was fascinated by me. She'd come to see me and I would stumble over her. She started my love of cows. These were pretty wild cows mind you, except #9. Actually, she was #21 but I couldn't count that high so I called her #9. :lol2:
Fast forward to my graduating years and I decided to go to school for marketing management. Did that, got a city job and only saw that cows for castrating, preg check days. Helped another guy round up his cows with my horse. That was about the extent of it for a few years. Then I got really sick. Had to quit my job and moved home. Happened to be calving season. Mom was pretty tired doing it alone. Had a downer cow that needed a lot of care. That was something I could help with so I took care of her. Was pretty happy after a number of days when she could walk on her own. I managed to help out that year here and there and after a couple of surgeries I was able to get a job again and go back to work. I sent out a few resumes but my heart was with the cows. I had forgotten how good it was just being out with them. So instead of taking a city job I decided to go the road of less money, more work and my cows.
What?!?! You chose happiness over money?!?! You may be the smartest person on here. Good story :clap:
Isomade":2gx3zdg1 said:See what I mean? Being a cantankerous old fart is where its at! So how long do I have to go? :banana:Angus Cowman":2gx3zdg1 said:Who ya calling old ???Isomade":2gx3zdg1 said:Well, I had a lifelong dream of being a pioneer in "Cat Herding". Thanks to a mishap with predictive text on google I wound up at "cattle today" instead of "cat herding today". I saw some cantankerous old farts like 3waycross, Dun, AC, and KT, telling everyone what to do, and what was wrong with their operations. I liked it! So I decided if I wanted to be a cantankerous old fart I had better get started. :lol:
He77 Dun is ANCIENT compared to the rest of Us
and don't let KT fool ya he is a millionaire Land baron and just has cows for a tax break
and 3way has sold more beef than anyone on here could raise in a yr
Victoria":1hsgo7b2 said:Isomade":1hsgo7b2 said:Wasn't that on the quiz when we registered??Victoria":1hsgo7b2 said:When I was two years old we moved from the city to the ranch to take care of my grandfather's cows. Mom used to take me out walking the fields to check them and there was one old Hereford cow that was fascinated by me. She'd come to see me and I would stumble over her. She started my love of cows. These were pretty wild cows mind you, except #9. Actually, she was #21 but I couldn't count that high so I called her #9. :lol2:
Fast forward to my graduating years and I decided to go to school for marketing management. Did that, got a city job and only saw that cows for castrating, preg check days. Helped another guy round up his cows with my horse. That was about the extent of it for a few years. Then I got really sick. Had to quit my job and moved home. Happened to be calving season. Mom was pretty tired doing it alone. Had a downer cow that needed a lot of care. That was something I could help with so I took care of her. Was pretty happy after a number of days when she could walk on her own. I managed to help out that year here and there and after a couple of surgeries I was able to get a job again and go back to work. I sent out a few resumes but my heart was with the cows. I had forgotten how good it was just being out with them. So instead of taking a city job I decided to go the road of less money, more work and my cows.
What?!?! You chose happiness over money?!?! You may be the smartest person on here. Good story :clap:
I think most of us on here chose happiness over money. ;-)