We bought a steer from the stock show years ago. It was a friend of mine's daughters and it didn't make the sale. We always bought one that didn't get much premium or didn't make sale to help out as well as putting premiums on animals that were from folks that picked one out of their small operation or paid what they could from a local. She was so small moving that huge steer around the show auction floor you knew she spent every day with it. Anyway, we talked to her dad and gave them a very good price, still less than it would have cost off the shelf but that's not the point. We put her in a lot and corn fed for about a month to make sure any antibiotics or steroids' were out of the system and dropped her off for processing. That summer we were eating out side when she and her dad stopped by and we asked them to eat as we were grilling some great food and had plenty. She asked me where our farm was out in the country and I asked what farm. She said the one where I took hobo to live (hobo was the name of her steer). I looked at her Dad and he said that it was almost in Kansas and we couldn't go see Hobo. I felt a little guilty watching her cut and eat the steak formerly known as Hobo.
Don't let your little kids name their steers unless you want to put them on my great farm in Kansas to roam free. Ha
Don't let your little kids name their steers unless you want to put them on my great farm in Kansas to roam free. Ha