I don't often get to the bright lights but my daughter was getting married so I gassed up the f-150 and headed out to Edmonton three and a half hours away. As I got near the city I thought it was time for a pit stop and pulled into a truck stop. I walked into the can and took the second stall as the first one was occupied. A voice said "hi there, how are you doing today"? "Fine" I said, and I bent down to look under the divider at his boots. You can tell alot about a man by looking at his boots, maybe I thought I can indentyify him by the boots. "When did you arrive"? came the next question. "I just got here" I replied. This guy must know me but I don't have a clue. "What are you gonna do next"? came the next question. "Well when I finish here I'm going to go to the wedding". Man this guy was talkative. His voice changed and He said "Honey ,I'll have to call you back, there is a crazy farmer in the next booth and he's answering every question I ask you. I flushed and left in a hurry. I don't like cities.
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Well, I'm the city but not gone to the ranch. My chance luck would not be an acreage, which I would never accept, for land breakup reasons. I build products for aggies, live in Calgary, but in through 25 odd years, have always been able to keep my head above water (barely). I don't have alot of friends in Calgary proper, who have a clue as to what I do. You must realize, the average eastern Canadian has probably heard of Angus, many say "Aberdeen Angus"
but have no idea of crosses, origins, etc.
Anybody who thinks that farmers don't keep records for the beef they supply, are arcane, non educated, or dumb about grading, yield etc.
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