Bombay, I do not live in a mansion, and have no idea where that came from. My house was built sometime before 1918, so the oldtimers tell me. I paid $4,000 for it and another $6,000 to move it home. At 18 and staring my future ex-wife in the face, it was all I could afford, and it is still all I can afford. My new wife likes it as much as I do, and it suits us just fine.
The previous generations of my farming family did not help me. I am proud of them, but I have worked in the oilpatch since I was 16 to try and build my cowherd and fulfill my dream of ranching. The only reason our farm is still in the family, is that my Father came to a point when I was still in school, where he knew he had to do something. He was trying to play the high-stakes purebred game, and a couple unfortunate deals was all it took to push Humpty off the wall. So he went back to what had built HIS herd up - pipelining. He makes more money than I ever will, and I'm very proud of him for it. My Father knew he could sell the farm and walk away with a pocket full of cash, but he didn't. He has sunk alot of his earnings into paying down his debt, and not a day goes by that I'm not grateful for it. His sacrifice has enabled me to have at least a chance. I pay rent for his pasture and crop land, but if he hadn't done what he did, I wouldn't have a place to do what I'm doing.
In turn, I learnt from that. I have long hated going to an oilfield job every day. I've long hated working for men who care only about production and the almighty dollar. I hate them because Safety is only for posters and insurance. I hate the whole damn thing for all those reasons, and the fact that a young farmer with dreams like mine who I grew up with, died January 15th of H2S poisoning, and they covered it up like it was nothing.
I will make the same 'sacrifice' my Father has. I won't work in the oilfield or anywhere else, but I will 'get by' anyway I can, and try to make something of this ranch, so that my kids can make an income worth their time. I will not be a slave to the work force. And if you want to call me a slave anyway, go ahead. I am free to do with my time as I please.
I don't walk out my door and see my neighbours house. I don't drive to work in traffic. I come back to the house any time I like, and see my boy bouncing in his jumper.
You can all call it dreaming, getting by with less, or whatever else you can think up to put another clever twist on it. The fact is, I am who I am, and I've never been happy anywhere but with my cows or on a horse. Sometimes I wish I'd been born 200 years ago, but what's a poor boy to do? I never knew I was such a rare breed until I heard from some of you, and others I've met in my research. Go ahead and tell me all about how you used to feel the same way but time, industry, politics, and misfortune changed you and 'woke you up to reality'.
Here's some reality for you...we are very different, and I will end up very different from you. And why? Because I will use my time to change our industry, through politics, to avoid misfortune.
Nobody has e-mailed me yet to discuss an organization for producers - grain or livestock. So the invitation remains open:
pcstockfarm@yahoo.ca
780-888-3791
I hope you take my words as more than just defending my own position. I can't change the world alone, but together there's at least hope.
The previous generations of my farming family did not help me. I am proud of them, but I have worked in the oilpatch since I was 16 to try and build my cowherd and fulfill my dream of ranching. The only reason our farm is still in the family, is that my Father came to a point when I was still in school, where he knew he had to do something. He was trying to play the high-stakes purebred game, and a couple unfortunate deals was all it took to push Humpty off the wall. So he went back to what had built HIS herd up - pipelining. He makes more money than I ever will, and I'm very proud of him for it. My Father knew he could sell the farm and walk away with a pocket full of cash, but he didn't. He has sunk alot of his earnings into paying down his debt, and not a day goes by that I'm not grateful for it. His sacrifice has enabled me to have at least a chance. I pay rent for his pasture and crop land, but if he hadn't done what he did, I wouldn't have a place to do what I'm doing.
In turn, I learnt from that. I have long hated going to an oilfield job every day. I've long hated working for men who care only about production and the almighty dollar. I hate them because Safety is only for posters and insurance. I hate the whole damn thing for all those reasons, and the fact that a young farmer with dreams like mine who I grew up with, died January 15th of H2S poisoning, and they covered it up like it was nothing.
I will make the same 'sacrifice' my Father has. I won't work in the oilfield or anywhere else, but I will 'get by' anyway I can, and try to make something of this ranch, so that my kids can make an income worth their time. I will not be a slave to the work force. And if you want to call me a slave anyway, go ahead. I am free to do with my time as I please.
I don't walk out my door and see my neighbours house. I don't drive to work in traffic. I come back to the house any time I like, and see my boy bouncing in his jumper.
You can all call it dreaming, getting by with less, or whatever else you can think up to put another clever twist on it. The fact is, I am who I am, and I've never been happy anywhere but with my cows or on a horse. Sometimes I wish I'd been born 200 years ago, but what's a poor boy to do? I never knew I was such a rare breed until I heard from some of you, and others I've met in my research. Go ahead and tell me all about how you used to feel the same way but time, industry, politics, and misfortune changed you and 'woke you up to reality'.
Here's some reality for you...we are very different, and I will end up very different from you. And why? Because I will use my time to change our industry, through politics, to avoid misfortune.
Nobody has e-mailed me yet to discuss an organization for producers - grain or livestock. So the invitation remains open:
pcstockfarm@yahoo.ca
780-888-3791
I hope you take my words as more than just defending my own position. I can't change the world alone, but together there's at least hope.
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