My first year with a market steer, I had a nice calf. Well, it came show time, and I finished second in my class. I was excited, my first year, second place wasn't that bad. When I was walking out of the arena, and the judge was saying his last thoughts on my steer, the entire arena was quiet, and the judge said "This was an excelent calf, and would have placed first in this class, only if it had more hair" well, quite arena, and my ticked off dad didn't mix. Out of the silence, my dad yells "What!? You can't eat the damn hair!"