For starters, thank you to all that asked questions, inquired, talked about, bid and/or bought on the final Kelln Livestock online sale.  Us–Tammy, Kela, Duke and myself–the Kelln Klan, along with the Milligan’s held the first ever online goat sale in 2006.  We have watched and participated as the stock show world’s purchasing habits changed and changed again.  The kids have moved on.  Tammy is glad to see the end.  And as for me, she knows me well and we both know that I am not done with show stock.  I just don’t want to raise them anymore.  As for online sales, we all now know that the bidding doesn’t start until it is in “extended” time.   We all know that a wicked picture sells.  We also have all been burnt a bit from not doing more homework.  As always, anybody that called me got the true and accurate description of each buck.  

      My goal for this sale was that all of the bucks got a bid.  Mentally, I was done.  There comes a time when a damn $ nor the pursuit of a banner doesn’t move the dial.  That’s it.  Time to move on to the next chapter.    These bucks never had an empty feeder or missed a haying. (obivously).  Their hooves were properly trimmed and they were wormed and vaccinated in a timely fashion.  A couple of them got to see Live Action.  The others played cornhole with each other.  I didn’t spend as much time prepping for pics and it showed.  Yet, we let the videos tell the stories.  Nothing to hide.  These animals were not pets nor are they show ponies.  They were raised to be bucks and that they are.  Now, it’s up to their new owners to properly mate them to the right kind of doe. 

        To the new owners of lots 1 & 2.  Those goats are bad ass!!!  I’ve been more miles than most and that pair is wicked good.  Yes, some of the others are good but not as good as those two.

        As for me in the goat world or this blog—not done–yet.  But there is a transition coming.  Krimeny!  The blog was supposed to die a year ago. 

     In all honesty, my most hated blog post is blasting the Tulsa wether judge a year or so ago.  There are parts of me that wish that I hadn’t written any of it.  Yet, I had to write it as it was such a blatant and redundant crime against livestock evaluation.   And as a result, that same damn post is one of my favorites.  I hope that crooked POS never judges a show of any kind again.  Most never get a chance to judge a big show.  He was given two shots and he shoved his own thumb up his own rear twice.  If I had to bet, he will get another chance.  Thus, the story of the stock show world. 

       Whew!  I probably ought to delete the previous paragraph.  But I won’t.  F all of you that enable the crooked shenanigans.  Defiance to the wrong till the end!  I’m right.  I know it.  And so do you.  

I have no fear.  I am no longer a breeder, a show parent, a helper–I am just an ag teacher.  I have a lot of knowledge of how this game is played and how it is supposed to be played.  I am near to the pulse of this game.  And I have no fear.  Let’s play this game. 

Thank you.  Seriously.