I know, I know.  I haven’t been near the keyboard in a while.  Which is probably a good thing.  But for those of you that need some reading while you are taking care of your morning constitutional, here you go.

This pen of yearling bucks near Perry, OK is impressive.  One would have to drive a lot of miles to see a set like BOB, Otis and Sinatra.  Good goats.  I would like to lease one or two but that Milligan dude has been very noncommittal.

Brandon the Bruce hasn’t been around in a while.  He has been attending track meets.  His youngest daughter is just a freshman but can run like the wind.  Her relay team was state runners-up.  I know, I know….you would think that Brandon’s offspring would be throwing a discus or a shot, but no,  this girl can run.  It must come from Tesha’s side.

Tammy and I stopped in at the Gore’s truck stop PLAZA outside of Seiling on Saturday.  They have a good pizza place there.  As well as a Sonic, quick stop, hair cut place, car wash, fuel up stations, doggy exercise/dumping grounds AND the cleanest, nicest bathrooms ANYWHERE!  Tammy allowed that she could just sit in this plaza and “people watch” all day long.  Well, we left, headed east and went and listened to Big I sing Elvis tunes.  I also got lied to by Ring.  He told me that those peppers don’t taste like bell peppers.  He is a liar.  Those yellow bastards tasted JUST LIKE a damn bell pepper.

I know that Tyke and I smoked some briskets for about a 100 plus people.  And that was some wicked good brisket.

I find it odd that I never hear of any goat breeder say, “I need to get more registered goats.”  But it is very common to hear papered breeders say, “I’ve got to get more wether genetics in my herd.”  Hhhmmm?!

And tomorrow is May 15.  May 15, 2017…  that day should mean something to me.   What could it be?

Have a good one and a better one tomorrow.  Here’s to wishing nothing but horseshoes and shamrocks for all of you.  I’m gonna reach out and get me one of those milestones on May 15, 2o17.