“Well, last year he bought a section of land next to the forest service. I wanted to use it to background yearlings in the summer but he’s hell-bent on trying to plant alfalfa. What he isn’t seeing or he’s just ignoring is that we’re getting really low yields, so we still end up buying hay. We’d be money ahead to have steers up there grazing and then sell them at heavier weights in the fall.” I stared at him, dumbfounded, having no clue what he’d just said.
Silas baby I'd be so muchbetter for you than her
