Headin’ for the Last Roundup
I enjoyed an unusual adventure a few days ago.
Life Is Simple
Behind the seat of my pick-up truck are two torn and tattered, spiral-ring notebooks.
Across the Ozarks
I know, from experience, it will be over eventually. And when you read this, I really hope everyone across the Ozarks has power.
“All We Need’s More Rain”
Awhirlwind winter storm with inches of ice all over everything fell on most of us. The last big one I was in was 1989. I was servicing chickens, hauling generators to poultry growers, and we had several poultry houses fall in from the ice and snow load. I learned then generators take lots of fuel. A tractor churning a PTO-driven generator will suck up diesel worse than plowing hard. And gasoline ones use lots too. It soon adds up.
Life Is Simple
Patience is a virtue — especially when it comes to handling livestock. I can’t remember the number of times in my life that my father chastised (a nice way of saying “cursed”) me for failing to exhibit any patience in dealing with animals.
Across the Ozarks
I remember really big snows growing up. It’s possible, since I was much smaller then, that “really big snows” were not actually all that big. But I remember my dad playing in the snow with us, digging tunnels a time or two, tunnels that I could nearly walk into. I was very young, but that still seems like what must’ve been a really big snow.
Headin’ for the Last Roundup
Random thoughts while looking out the kitchen window at daybreak…
Life Is Simple
Patience is a virtue —especially when it comes to handling livestock. I can’t remember the number of times in my life that my father chastised (a nice way of saying “cursed”) me for failing to exhibit any patience in dealing with animals.
Across the Ozarks
There’s a lot of speculation and facts, even, that say 2009 is going to be a really hard year.
“All We Need’s More Rain”
In the 1960’s when I was busy ranching on now I-540 south of the Hopper Tunnel — I said ranching, well, actually teaching school, auctioneering, selling real estate and trying to make a living — I met a millionaire from Sunset, Ark. Sunset is about ten miles east of Winslow in the middle of the Ozark National Forest. It consisted of a grade school part of the Greenland system, and the older kids were hauled up there for school. The area had no more than a church and several farmers scattered over that plateau with poultry houses.
