Think you can one-up me?

funny vignette: i was on a ride the other day with some buddies from raleigh. it was beautiful weather, fine company, and a great route. we met up with a really nice guy who i will call john dohickey. he and i started talking and it turns out that one of his dreams in life is to have a ranchette and raise cattle. naturally, hick mandy emerged and we began to discuss breeds of cattle, cuts of meat, etc.
i didn't really notice at the time, but it was pointed out by another ridin bud that dohickey and i were engaged in a subtle game of "i see your knowledge of bovine genetics, and i'll raise you to..."
funny stuff for a wednesday morning ride: animal husbandry one-upsmanship.
so, moral of the story: do not engage in a battle of wits/knowledge with the species countrygirlicus mandycus because she will win. the record will come to a screeching halt when you find out that she knows how to castrate a bull calf. NO GUY who is not a blood relative of a cattle rancher or married to the daughter of one will know how to do that. no matter how much of "hobby" cattle ranching is. if they aren't the real thing, they don't know.
and i win.
so there.
now, if only i could win at yoga.
ps: i'm in tucson, riding with these cats. much fun-ness.




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