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.
All We Need’s More Rain
Early August is the time of year for class reunions. My wife, Pat, went to school in Huntsville, Ark. When I came to Arkansas in 1960, I taught school in Madison County. I taught my wife’s younger sister, Rita, who was in my biology class. She always took credit, or the blame, for getting Pat and I together.
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.