Cattle Country

Gregory of Yardale: "OMG, how could you move out to ... cow country?" from the poor saps back in Maryland.

The correct reply is: "It's cattle country."

When you go full native.

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Which brings up a story I've told before but anyway.

Back in her high school days, daughter brought a couple of silly mallrat friends out to the ranch.

This is in an area where "Eat more beef" is the most common front license plate or bumper sticker, right?

One of the pajama boys looked out at the black angus grazing in the pasture and asked, "So, do you milk those cows?"

"Oh, sure," I told him. "In fact, you see that big black one with just one big udder? 'Specially gentle. You should go out and milk that one right now."

Alas, pajama boy declined, but YouTube didn't exist yet in those days anyway.

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