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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.

My cowboy and I talk about the nuts and bolts of life on a regular basis.

Well, maybe more like an irregular basis … I mean, planning is a part of any ranch: seasonal, yearly and multiyear plans are necessary. “Which heifers and how many should we retain?”

Soon after winning college football’s national championship in January, the Clemson Tigers were welcomed to the White House like Roman conquerors with a feast consisting of Big Macs, Whoppers and Wendy’s singles.

I passed an old motor home on the highway the other day with a bumper sticker that read “Mamaw and Papaw’s playhouse.” Randomly plastered on the sides and rear end of the motor home was a large collection of “official state stickers” (purchased at the same places that sell “official state souvenir spoons.”) That motor home looked an awful lot like some of the cows we see at the sale barn.