American Cattlemen (2025)

20/12/2024

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20/12/2024

There’s no way that Santa’s going to miss this house.

📸 Judy Foust

20/12/2024

New Producer Profile! This time, we get to learn about Jallo Angus Ranch. They share about their experiences and we get a sneak-peek into their upcoming 46th Annual Production Sale on January 19th.

19/12/2024

They're great folks with a great sale coming up!

19/12/2024

Photo by Amanda Anderson Wessel

18/12/2024

'Twas the Night Before Calving

‘Twas the night before calving,
We were all out of beer;
Nothin’ had dilated, not even my eyes,
Not even a steer;

The calf jack it hung from the gun rack with care,
Hope we don’t need it, but we if do, like a good friend - by golly, it’ll be there;

The kids were all nestled all snug in their bed,
While visions of prolapse danced in my head;

My wife, she’s asleep all sexy in flannel,
Me, I’m drinkin’ night caps in my holey long handles;

I finally get to sleep about midnight, I expect,
Then the flamin’ alarm goes off,
Time for the 2 AM check;

So I jump from my bed and land in my boots,
Pull on my hat and my gloves and my old union suit;

I take that old familiar waddle to the warm calvin’ shed,
But I slip on the ice and I land on my head;

The first heifer I find, she’s been at it a while,
I tell myself “She’s still breathin’.”
So I force me a smile;

I grab for the calf jack, the sleeves and the chains;
I hook up and start pullin’ but I can’t budge the dang thing;

I try and I try but I can’t make the connection,
So I believe my only hope is to call Doc and a C-section;

I run for the house, take a big dip of snoose,
Bust through the door, quiet as a moose;

So I called up old Doc. Said “I hope you wasn’t asleep”
He said “It’s 3 in the morn. I’m doin’ needle point, you creep.”

I said “I’m sorry I woke you. I’ll call your old pard.”
He said “I’m awake now you bloomin’ bozo and halfway through the yard.”

So I poured me a double, just to settle my nerves,
And I hope the Doc makes it through the ice and the curves;

About a half hour later I hear this big clatter,
I jump to my feet to see what’s the matter.
Away from the window I flew like a flash,
Tore off the shutters, threw up on the sash.

Then what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a beat-up old truck and St. Vet with a beer.
This cranky old codger, so surly I saw,
Was bouncin’ around out of control. Like a big hole in a bra!

He was dressed all in Carhartt’s, from his hat to his boots,
His clothes were all covered with cow shhhhhh – I mean p**p.

His eyes they cut through me,
His demeanor, not merry;
His cheeks were all sunken,
His nostrils were hairy.

His droll little mouth was clinched tight like his fists,
And I knew right away, St. Vet must be P #$!&@% (really mad)

The cigarette butt he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a mad lookin’ little face and a belly like a baboon,
That shook when he cussed, like a bowl full of prunes;

He seemed madder than heck. Not his jolly old self;
About then I thought “Gosh, I wish I’d a called someone else.”

Then with a gesture from his hand and a glare from his eye;
We head to the calvin’ shed, where I thought I would die;

You see the doors been ripped off the hinges, and the heifer, she’s gone;
She’s standin’ with flared nostrils, and six hooves on the lawn;

When he finally spoke, he just called me a jerk,
He laid his vet bag down and went straight to work;
Then layin’ a finger upside of his nose,
And givin’ a big blow, I thought – golly, how gross;

More rapid than heartbeats, his cuss words they came;
Then he jumped and he shouted and called us names;

Come Tilly, Come Mable, Come Bossy, Come Bess;
If you crap on my boots, it will be such a mess;

Come Vomit, Come Stupid, Come here you old hag;
Hold still for a minute, so I can break your water bag;

Well we finally get her roped and tied to his truck,
But she breaks out a head light,
I think – Yee Haw. And he starts to cuss;

We get her sedated and cut out the calf,
He’s as thick as a hippo and tall as a giraffe;

So he gives her some stitches to close up the cut,
He says “Next time you call me, make certain I’m up.”

He cussed me some more and pops the top on a brew,
Says “I suppose you want me to charge it. You know your accounts overdue.”

I said “Doc, I know. I’ve been kinda down on my luck.”
Then he grumbles obscenities and jumps in his truck;

Then I heard him exclaim, as he roared out of sight,
“Next time, call my assistant when you call, and don’t call me at night!”

- Brooke Ryan Turner

18/12/2024

Chore Time! Photo by Bob Flanders

16/12/2024

Winter Wonderland❄️ Photo by Rebecca Miles

15/12/2024

Here’s to every cattleman out there braving the chill to care for their herd. Drop a 👍 if you’re out there doing the same! Photo by Larry Deloris Wells - Northern Cleburne Co., Arkansas