This week, we sell calves, and I don’t think it will ever stop feeling strange that a whole year of labor comes down to one day. Stranger yet, that one day depends on the whims of everything from politics to global markets to weather, and there’s no way to predict what will happen until it happens. I’ve compared ranching to high-stakes gambling before, but honestly, I don’t know any gam...
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