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Show up to any cattle sale, and you are sure to see a variety of cowboys. Folks who don’t know agriculture assume all cowboys are the same, but saying one cowboy is the same as all the others is like saying a horse is the same as a pony. (Gasp!)

My eyes glaze over, and I look for the nearest soda pop machine.

It’s another spiel on telling our story.

It takes a special kind of person to be a veterinarian. Not special like the kind of person that fosters troubled kids or dedicates their life to ending world hunger, but the kind of special that makes you wonder where the wiring went a bit awry in the ol’ noggin.

When I worked at Farm Credit, I’d categorize my ranching customers based on my perception of their potential profitability in an attempt to get a “feel” for the kind of finance relationship I could expect.

There’s nothing like an evening of calving to promote the romantic image of the cowboy. Right, ladies?

Don invited a nice woman out to his ranch in Alberta for an evening of candlelight, wine and canned bean dip.

It was shaping up to be a good spring day. The snow was pretty much gone, and the mud was drying up. It was one of the first days of the year that dared me to attack it without the aid of muck boots or snow packs on my feet.