Although Mother’s Day has come and gone, I think it’s important to show appreciation of the women who raised us. My mom, Peggy, is a pretty incredible woman. In addition to raising three daughters, she is my dad’s right-hand man on the ranch. She can cowgirl up with the best of them -- wrangling calves, driving tractor, cleaning manure out of stained blue jeans, grilling up a savory steak, baking the best cookies ever, offering advice on life, or helping out with a school project. Seriously, she can do it all....More

I’ll never forget how I first got my start in the cattle business. I was four years old and Grandpa told me if I helped him take care of a bottle calf, he would give me my very own heifer for payment. I took his business proposition seriously, and I accompanied my dad to the barn each day to offer the bull calf his bottle of milk. That fall, Dad and I looked over the replacement heifers, and I made my selection....More

My family and I spent the weekend moving cow-calf pairs to pasture. As we loaded the first pairs into the trailer, I noticed a shadow from a fence post that was haphazardly leaning against the loading dock. The cow I was pushing up the alley stalled to examine the shadow and find the source of the potential danger. My thoughts immediately went to Temple Grandin. I have heard her speak countless times about keeping the alley clear of distractions, and we quickly moved the fence post, so the cattle would better move into the trailer....More