feeder duck
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Well I just came home from one of the tougher midwest winter preview shows. The Purdue AGR show. We did not show, because there ended up being no Red Angus heifer class. No big deal, the show is close to home so we helped family and friends. I came to a realization this week end, I am getting old. I walked through the barns on Saturday and I came upon another realization. Man there is big ego and attitude in this business. Now I realize this is nothing new, but I see it now more as I have gotten older. The money has raised the level of something. It is funny to see young guys walk around as if they are gods of the clippers. Now before everyone out there jumps my butt, I will say this. I was there at one time, just did not realize it at the time. I thought wow I am the S#!@, I just fit the Res National Champion female. Life revolved around the next show and who I was gonna fit for. I am now 41 and look at the hole thing and realize how small it all seemed. It is funny when as a young fitter you think the entire world knows your name. How wrong that is. How tough a life it is could be more true than anything. It is also funny how few young fitters even own a pair of "big clippers". A friend of mine says he has to ask guys that work for him, do you have some "big clippers"? We got a bunch of sale cattle clip and those Andis ain't gonna do it.
It is fun to be the parent now and watch your kids do something you love. I still do all my own fitting for my kids. I will admit it sure is nice when I own cattle with a good young fitter and my sore bones do not have to fit.
I realize this may seem like rambling, but it is fun to hear the wacked out stories from the road when you are young and the world is a shag hair calf waiting to be clipped.
It is fun to be the parent now and watch your kids do something you love. I still do all my own fitting for my kids. I will admit it sure is nice when I own cattle with a good young fitter and my sore bones do not have to fit.
I realize this may seem like rambling, but it is fun to hear the wacked out stories from the road when you are young and the world is a shag hair calf waiting to be clipped.