Tales from the Feedyard (Uncensored)

320 mile round trip yesterday for a load of horse hay that wasn’t laced with enough selenium to kill em. Who says we don’t care for our animals??

A Mexican and a nut sack. Feedlot life….

Told myself I was gonna drill all night. Now I said, I don’t have shit to prove to anyone and if it never gets done it won’t matter in the big picture anyway. I’m going to bed…..Getting old sucks.

I don’t know if we will hay it, chop it or calve bred heifers on it. But rye is finally a go.

Silage cutter window art I guess.

We didn’t bring near enough trucks for this event

Irony is stabbing myself accidentally with a pen while trying to catch a nerf propane tank in the homecoming parade. I mean why wouldn’t they throw a propane tank to a guy that’s been in a propane explosion……?

Hopefully the last day of the cowboy combine. Then try to finish up sorghum silage the rest of the week.

Never know when you might need to haul a windmill……

Some ol cows calf is going to have the earlage experience of his lifetime due to what that just cost

After 7108 hours I sadly had to give up on this poor fuel filter.

Are you even weaning calves if you don’t pound a few posts over morning coffee?

I struggle to pay the dyed fuel bill when it’s cheap…..

We’ve got some dry pens, an exceptionally amazing attitude and a little feed gathered up if you are super sparkly excited about buying calves this coming week. 100 day minimum. For a good time message me. I’ll get back to you when I can.

$68000 work order on an 11 year old silage cutter that I have never skipped anything that it’s ever needed. This shit isn’t sustainable. A guy can’t afford to trade. You can’t afford to fix the shit. And yet we think we are self employed. Modern day slavery.

Day 10 since the silage cutter has moved. Day IDFK since we seen the sun. A big Thanks to our Sunday morning sponsors that make this spectacular life of agriculture all possible.

380 pound hfrs. 2 weeks off the cow and absolutely dog shit for weather. I know they got their whole life to die, but so far it looks better than a a 6wt steer standing in the corner hacking up dirt.

I wedged it with wet hay last Sunday morning and fixed it by parking it and grabbing my other feed wagon. Today I figured I better get to pitching before the shed burned down

Friend. “I’m going to go buy some cameras to monitor my fuel barrels. Don’t you worry about yours”? Me. “Pretty bold of you to think they have fuel in them”…….