OxAnkle - Black Baldy Calves?

Well now; I learn something new. I never knew that either cross of Angus x Hereford would produce a baldie.

Does not make a practical difference here though. Since Herefords are not popular there are no locals using red bulls, so we still do not get black baldies.

The grey cattle that show charollaise also lose a bit at the sale---I always thought them good cattle.

I got whiffs of the "too big" problem two or three years ago. Angus breeders had gone to huge animals and suddenly they were looking for more moderately sized bulls. Then I read somewhere that the restaurant trade did not want a steak that flopped over the edges of the platter.

Also, I spoke to a fellow who has a feedlot up in NE Oklahoma. He told a group of us that he had gone thru a packer's cooler on a tour and that he saw the Certified Angus stamp on carcasses that could not possibly have been an Angus. I suspect someone forgot to get a trademark.
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An Old Herford Bull was King on a coulee and roughcut ranch along the Powder River. One day the rancher brought home a Young Fancy Registered Black Angus Bull and dumped him in the Bull Corrals by the Ranchhouse.

The Old Herford took the young bull aside. " If you want to live as long as me on this ranch, You do just as I say" he told the little black Bull. " Now when the Ranchhouse lights come on for coffee at sunrise, you mount me like there is no Monona. You know, really go at it and make a big show of your strength and Vigor. That way the Rancher will be satisfied you can do the job and keep you around."

At sunup the lights came on, and the Little Black Bull followed instructions.
The Rancher slammed his coffee mug down in disgust. " Get dressed for a trip to the stockyards " he hollered to his wife.."That's FIVE GAY BULLS IN A ROW"

Hereford rancher wanted to produce Black Bladies so he went out and bought the biggest Angus bull he could find. Delivered him right to the pasture. As soon as the bull walked out of the trailer he spotted a group of cows, walked over and serviced them all, whether they needed it or not. Taking a couple of minutes to catch his breath he spotted another group of cows and did the same. This went on until every cow in the herd had been serviced - whether they needed it or not. Angus then noticed two Hereford bulls standing off to the side of the pasture. An older and younger one. As the Angus walked over towards them the young one started to snort and paw the ground. Older bull said, "What are you doing, you ain't gonna beat that bull." Young one replied, "Heck, I don't want to fight him, I just want him to know I'm not a cow."

Which leads us to the old bull standing atop a hill with his younger sidekick as they watched the rancher unload a truck of heifers down by the pens.

Younger bull says "Lets run down there and nail us one of them beauties".
Old bull says, "Nah, lets walk down there and nail 'em all."

Which leads me to the AI tech who bred the last of my cows. They are used to getting a cube when I let them out of the chute, so this one stepped out and calmly walked around for her cube. Tech says "Now what does she want? My name and phone number?"

I suspect he has gotten a lot of mileage out of that comment.

Which brings us to the traveling ventriliquist with the broken car. Stops at the lonley ranchers house, says he needs a place to spend the night. Rancher of course welcomes him in. In the morning, the ventriloquist decides to have a little fun with the rancher, says to him "say, you mind if I talk to your dog?" The rancher looks at him funny like, and finally says, "sure go ahead". The ventriloquist talks to the dog, and of course the dog appears to answer back. The rancher is quite amazed. They go outside, and the rancher saddles his horse. Of course the visitor asks the same question and talks to the horse, then the cat, then the chickens...............Pretty soon a pretty little brown eyed heifer runs down the hill towards the rancher. The Ventriloquist asks if he can speak to this fine example of bovine beauty. After a long pause the rancher says"OK, but don't believe a dang thing she says, she's the biggest liar on the ranch"

Clem was out checking the NorthEast Section for strays -Alone. Only three days before, he had buried his lifelong friend and Ranching neighbor Sonny.
He paused on a High Ridge and scanned the Horizon. Not a living soul but for a few Pronghorn a grazin'.

Down from the heavens came Sonny's booming voice " Clem, You jist gotta get up here! Lush Grass that never ends. Sweetwater creeks and shade trees every half mile. And the Gals, why there' so many Gals I can't even handle 'em."
Clem shifted in his saddle and thought to himself " Waalll, won't be long now I'll be a rancher in the sky myself."
"Rancher?", Sonny's voice came back, "Heck No Clem, I'm a BULL!"