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December 9, 2013

I wore the dirty jeans!

I opted for the dirty ones on Friday of Hoosier Beef Congress - via an unofficial pole on Facebook!

I am glad I did because by the end of the day it didn't much matter how I started it - I was dirty, tired and barely able to move!

Chris stayed home to take care of the hogs-so I was sent from home with 3 kids and 4 calves waiting in the trailer at the fairgrounds parked in BFE and lots of snow and ice - good times were sure to happen!

We fed the calves in the trailer in the hopes that Chris would be up in time to help move them into the barn-but no such luck, the kids and I trekked out to the trailer, haltered everyone and started the journey in - several calf switches along the way and we are half way in when the fun begins-I ended up with a slightly flighty heifer - she is an absolute doll at home but maybe the thought of being judged had her all worked up - I sent the 3 kids and their calves on ahead hoping that once 'Princess Dusty' and I had our come to Jesus meetin' we could make our walk in holding our heads high - yeah that didn't pan out!!  After 2 sight seeing tours around the gazebo at the state fairgrounds with a heifer as my tour guide (a rather quick tour guide - picture me while still on my feet basically being drug around the gazebo) I managed to get her up next to a lamppost where I tied her up, caught my breath and phoned for help-thankfully I have Keegan Poe on speed dial up here and he sent someone to walk the heifer in for me - so instead of walking in with our heads held high, mine was hung in shame and hers was tightly held so she couldn't get away - but better than being on the front page of the Indy Star being known as the one who let a heifer run free on 38th Street!

Once in we watered them all - bucket after bucket after bucket after head but and bucket of water bucket of water dumped down my leg!

But trudging forward I kept moving-the kids got all the calves washed and blown out and quite frankly the afternoon was a blur - there was some clipping I am positive of and can prove that because even though I was wearing two shirts, a jacket and a vest there was cow hair clippings in my bra that night!

Showmanship was in the evening - well planned out or so I thought - showmanship numbers/backtags had been handed out earlier in the day and as they were handed to us they wrote the child's name and class on the back.  I carefully checked each backtag class and name, placed them in the order of showing, laid them on the showbox and proceeded getting everything and everyone ready - first calf blown out, show halter on, kid dressed, in the show ring, back out - second calf blown out, show halter on, kid dressed, in the show ring, back out - and then waiting for for the third kid - and waiting - and waiting and finally figuring out we were waiting for an assigned non-existent class - long story somewhat short is apparently there was a mix up in class numbers and kids (not just mine) were told they were in classes that didn't exist - by the time we figured out what was going on, made my way to the announcers stand they were in the middle of judging the last class in her division, we were told to go ahead and jump in the class - ummmm what?  her heifer was clear back in the South Pavilion -  I was not happy, turns out it happened to quite a few kids - it cost $10 extra dollars (besides the $75 entry fee per calf) to show showmanship-in all honesty I wasn't overly concerned with my $10 it was more the way I was 'dismissed' and not even a hint of an apology from the person in charge-surprisingly I kept my temper under control - probably because I was in shock - we turned around, headed back to the barn, fed and led the calves out to the trailer for the night - physically and metally exhausted - and still fuming!  Next year I will be cross checking with the sheets hanging on the wall!!!!

A quick stop at Steak-n-Shake for a late supper and home where I took my even dirtier jeans off as I walked in the back door - I am pretty sure that they could of stood up in corner by themselves-glad I didn't bother wearing clean jeans!

1 comment :

  1. Jent,
    I have been wondering how you got along at HBC. Sounds like you had a roller coaster of a day.

    Grandpa always had the idea to tie the halter of a wild calf to a tame calf and the tamer calf would ground the wild one. Mom and I had to do that a couple times with "Fawn" the Limousin heifer I showed as a sophomore in HS. Grandpa was always coming up with ideas like that and got a kick out of the stories I told him of putting his ideas to work!