Skipper and I purchased our first Brahman cow in 1985. We had crossbred cows that were three-quarters Brahman and decided we wanted to buy a purebred Brahman. Well, needless to say, Skipper’s daddy was not happy about this, and since we were living on his place and using his pasture, what can I say? You do what daddy wants.
Skipper had taken off work to take care of “Pops” (that is what we called his dad). He was diagnosed with lung cancer and given only six weeks to live. Every week he and Skipper went to the local sale barns to buy heifers. One Saturday Pops did not feel like going so Skipper and I went.
At the sale that day, we purchased out first Brahman. She was in a pen with several other Brahman heifers. She had the largest ears I had ever seen on a cow; they were huge! We decided to buy the heifer, knowing we were going to be in trouble when we got home. I think we paid $386 for a two year old heifer that weighed 1,200 lbs already.
As we got closer to the house, Skipper was getting more nervous, and he kept saying, “You know he is going to have one of his cussing fits.” So I was volunteered to go in and tell him while Skipper sank down in the truck seat. Cussing never hurt anything but your ears anyway.
I told Pops, “Come on I have something to show you.”
He stepped out of the house, walked around the trailer, gave her a close inspection, then looked at me and said, “Best dang money you have ever spent. Good job.”
Well, talk about somebody being proud of herself! I was strutting around the yard like I had won the lottery.
Pops died in 1989, making it almost five years instead of the six weeks they gave him.
As for that Brahman cow, she was 24 years old when she died and had her 22nd calf in her. She never missed a year calving. That December day she died seemed like someone in the family had passed. She had arthritis and was having a hard time getting up in the morning. We were supposed to have a 15 degree night so we put her in the barn, thinking we were doing the best for her. She never got up, and yes, she is buried on our place.
By: Sheri Barner of Bearden, Arkansas
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