Saturday, October 22, 2016

Finished the flood damage to the south fence yesterday evening. Cleaned the creek back several yards.

I’ll probably start on the north fence sometime next week. It appears I’ll need to tear out fifty yards or so and clear debris, and then re-build.

The calves being gone really allows a fellow to spread out and get work organized.

Speaking of the calves: The best calf brought a buck and eight cents a pound. The worse, ninety-eight cents a pound. The whole herd covered expenses this year but not a lot of profit in the whole bunch.

Two weeks before sale the bottom went away for Renter and he was pushed to choose holding longer (bad case) or selling when he did. (Best of the bad choices)

He sold his bull. Darned good bull, just got to be twenty-two hundred pounds and Renter was afraid he’d gotten too big for the cows that his weight might break down the cow. The bull sold well, so Renter contracted for another, newer, bull from the ellow that sold him the older.

Man called Renter Friday afternoon and told him the agreed upon price had just doubled.

Spoiled Renters day, I’m here to tell you. Typical for the Kansas farmer and rancher though. They’ll watch that market and stick it to you without remorse and positive glee if they think they can.

Remains to see what Renter and his wife decide to do.


From the reaches,

Ten Whiskey

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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