Just cut’em thicker. Same weight. Smaller cuts/joint/ roast’s mean less leftovers, lot of empty nesters like dexter, mini Hereford, less out o pocket dollars for halves or whole carcass still a bunch o meat.Friend of mine had 2 steers at one time. The steers were "T-Bone" and "Porterhouse". It keeps everything in perspective.
My wife wants a couple of miniature cows to go with our miniature horse. In what universe would I want a miniature New York Strip?
Hey! I'm not an empty nester....for another year.Just cut’em thicker. Same weight. Smaller cuts/joint/ roast’s mean less leftovers, lot of empty nesters like dexter, mini Hereford, less out o pocket dollars for halves or whole carcass still a bunch o meat.
I had a run in with one, it was a rodeo and he wasn’t happy that I attempted to ride him apparently cause he whooped my butt, could have really messed me up if he wanted but he just smacked me around a little…You can bet on that, I don’t care what breed they are or if you raised them from a bottle, never and I mean never turn your back on a bull. I’ve still got the hospital receipts to show.
If not for my German Shepard things could have turned out much worse, my hand was reaching for my gun as I was shaking the cobwebs from my head.
To the op, never pet a bull on the head, it’s not perceived the way you think it is by him. Read then read some more.
I was seperating calves from moms useing the old feed bucket trick, the bull was in with the moms, I got complacent and turned my back to walk through the gate into the paddock. He got me right between the rear back pockets. Wife said I went over the head shoot and landed about 8 ft from where he butted me. The head shoot is about 7 ft. tall and cow wide. Dog saw it all and took over, it rattled my bells. Bout went out, mite have for a half second.I had a run in with one, it was a rodeo and he wasn’t happy that I attempted to ride him apparently cause he whooped my butt, could have really messed me up if he wanted but he just smacked me around a little…
I came off and landed on my head, knocked me out cold. My dad told me later that I was sitting up but unconscious and he hit me in the ribs with his head and I flew about 10’, then he ran his head up my back and then pawed me into the ground… I thought one of the bullfighters stepped in meI was seperating calves from moms useing the old feed bucket trick, the bull was in with the moms, I got complacent and turned my back to walk through the gate into the paddock. He got me right between the rear back pockets. Wife said I went over the head shoot and landed about 8 ft from where he butted me. The head shoot is about 7 ft. tall and cow wide. Dog saw it all and took over, it rattled my bells. Bout went out, mite have for a half second.
Never turn your back on a bull.
D*** on your head. You my friend are very lucky. I landed on my right knee. E-R only. Worst thing is neither one of us got a buckleI came off and landed on my head, knocked me out cold. My dad told me later that I was sitting up but unconscious and he hit me in the ribs with his head and I flew about 10’, then he ran his head up my back and then pawed me into the ground… I thought one of the bullfighters stepped in me
Advice start out with something smaller. Look at the cost to benefit ratio. What would be your end game? Dairy, beef, raising and selling?I am looking for a cattle farmer who would be willing to let me ask a bunch of questions....
Basically, cattle for dummies...dummies, being me.
Long story short, I have a significant amount of land that once was home to cattle. I am bringing the property back to life, per say, and am interested in POTENTIALLY, POTENTIALLY, putting a couple head of cattle there.
If you have any experience in this field, and be willing to give me some advice, I'd love to chat!
Thanks INGO!
Ha, yeah no buckle, but that’s ok, We can both say we went toe to hoof with 1,500 pounds of pissed off hamburger!D*** on your head. You my friend are very lucky. I landed on my right knee. E-R only. Worst thing is neither one of us got a buckle
My sons name is Norman. I’m not sure how I feel about this…our first cow we had butchered was named norm.
it was a facebook poll. i wanted to name him porkchopMy sons name is Norman. I’m not sure how I feel about this…
I think that day happens to all of us, some just sooner than laterA funny story, my city wife just discovered that “this little piggy went to market” meant bacon, not shopping…. LOL