Life Is Simple
About a month before I turned out my bulls with the cows this past spring, one of the older ones came up lame. When I ran him through the chute to check on his problem, I realized his lameness was irreversible and proceeded to take him to the nearest livestock auction. This put me in a bind, being one bull short just a mere two weeks before turn-out time. Most of the better bulls of breeding age were gone by this time so I made some calls.
Keepin’ it Country
A familiar name is buzzing around the Ozarks Farm & Neighbor world and I must say it seems I have some pretty big shoes to fill if I'm going to live up to the "Lynzee/Lindsay" name. I've experienced every emotion known to man in my first few days here but mostly I am just flat out excited to be joining the OFN world. I already feel right at home here- maybe because everyone has welcomed me with arms wide open or perhaps it's due to the cattle across the road that I can see from my desk – either way I think I'm going to like it here.
Life Is Simple
About a month before I turned out my bulls with the cows this past spring, one of the older ones came up lame. When I ran him through the chute to check on his problem, I realized his lameness was irreversible and proceeded to take him to the nearest livestock auction. This put me in a bind, being one bull short just a mere two weeks before turn-out time. Most of the better bulls of breeding age were gone by this time so I made some calls.
Heart of the Ozarks
We all reach that point in our life when we look back and recall what made us – us. I’ve done a lot of soul searching recently after turning 30 years old. I thought that number was so far away, but somehow it snuck up on me. And, as I evaluate my life at 30 I’ve come to realize a few things…
All We Need’s More Rain
The western writers of the America Annual Conference were in Bismarck, S.D., this past June. I was hoping to sneak off and fish for some walleye, but that never happened. Days before I left, I was on the phone talking about road conditions with a nice lady in Missouri’s road department. “You better take I-35 E to Des Moines,” she warned. “The rest of the country is flooded.”
Life Is Simple
The first time my wife ever set foot on a working farm was when we first started dating. Needless to say, she has learned a lot about farming in the first 28 years of our marriage. I guess I have too, but it sure hurts an old country boy’s pride when a city girl does the teaching.
Heart of the Ozarks
We all reach that point in our life when we look back and recall what made us – us. I’ve done a lot of soul searching recently after turning 30 years old. I thought that number was so far away, but somehow it snuck up on me. And, as I evaluate my life at 30 I’ve come to realize a few things…
Life Is Simple
It has begun.
Heart of the Ozarks
Summers are typically filled with a lot of long hours in the hay fields, and this summer has provided many Ozarks farmers with good hay cuttings. A lot of the folks I’ve talked to are looking at about 3-4 round bales per acre, however others a little less, all depending on what county you reside.
All We Need’s More Rain
My primary vocation these days is writing western novels. When I was in Lubbock, Texas last year at the Cowboy Symposium, I found an interesting historical book for sale.
