This bull is fifteen months old. He was born August, 2013. Wintered on his mama’s milk and hay. Weaned onto spring pastures in May. Grazed Driftless region pastures and hay fields for another six months. And now stands there weighing close to 1300 lbs. His shrunk, sale barn weight was 1260 lbs, a few days later.
If you are a cattle farmer, the above paragraph may be difficult to believe. If I heard this story a few years ago, I would have found it difficult to believe, and would have been on the lookout for qualifier words.
Qualifier words are used to hedge a statement. They give the speaker wiggle room.
An example: Someone says, “I pretty much exercise every day.”
Some people hear that and think, “Wow, that person exercises a lot!”
I hear the qualifier and break it down into fact and wish. The fact in this statement is that the speaker does not exercise every day. A good guess is that the speaker wishes he exercised every day.
I used one qualifying statement in the first paragraph. Can you find it?
If I ended the first paragraph on that sentence, it would have neutered the whole paragraph. It would have been a list of what I did, followed with a guess statistic. If that was all I had, I probably wouldn’t have bothered to write this post, as I’ve written before about how I manage my fall-calving herd. But the sale-barn weight, an actual pay-weight, gives heft to the story.
Standing next to the bull in the middle photo, and in the bottom photo, is a fall-calved steer, similar age as the bull. The steer did well and weighs around 1100 lbs. Steers don’t gain as fast as bulls.
I sold most of my fall-calved yearlings, but plan to keep this steer and three others through the winter so we can have beef quicker next spring for our farmer’s markets. They’ll probably be butchered after a month of good grass in the spring.
Why did we have a yearling bull? He looked tremendous as a calf, so I sold him to my parents to be used later as a breeder. They later had second thoughts about the temperament of the genetics from that line, so we sold him.
I was disappointed as I thought he was a tremendous bull, but this blog post is a way to make lemonade, I guess. We probably wouldn’t have know his true weight if we hadn’t have sold him, which brings us around to the title. I never cease to be thankful for the richness of the grass in the Driftless region.