On my family’s regular route through the Sandhills, there’s a lonely old place, rain and time have left the wood devoid of color. Yet, with its classic, square farmhouse design—and a little imagination—its two upstairs windows make eyes. It sags so much that the porch looks like it’s turned up in a smile.
Meet Lucile: She’s 96 and flies a Beechcraft. Then there’s her son Bob, who started digging up dinosaur bones on their ranch as a relaxing hobby. Bob’s son Grant fly fishes in Alaska.
It doesn’t sound like a busy salebarn café or have the same ambience as a back table at the farm supply, but I’d argue that our weekly supply team conference calls are a CAB version of a coffee klatch.
We’ve told your stories, and you’ve tagged along for the ride. So, thank you, for reading, for enjoying, for interacting and most importantly, raising the best darn beef on the planet.
When Troy Hadrick contemplated managing his family’s commercial Angus herd near Faulkton, South Dakota, change was a given. It was even part of the allure.
Perhaps that one-liner could sum up the reason more than 2,000 attendees came to the educational event. To learn, to prepare. To make sure we’re on the cutting edge.
I’ve been to all but one of the forums, which we’ve held with allied industry partners since 2006, and the overwhelming summary is LOTS of good information.
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