In case you're keeping track, this is day 15 of my walk down memory lane...half way there! Thanks for sticking with me!
No more sad market animal stories. Today I am fast-forwarding to my high school years. I was either a junior or senior, and my family had left Nebraska and headed to Kansas. We lived in Saint Francis, and our flock had grown significantly to at least 100 head of ewes - Hampshires, Dorsets and a few Southdowns.
A marketing agent was putting together a flock of young Hampshire ewes to send to South America, and I had two or three that would fit the specs. They were registered, healthy, the right age, and so my dad and I loaded them up to take them to the drop off point for export. I thought this was the coolest thing ever. And it was until later that year.
In June, Dad and I traveled to the Midwest Stud Ram Sale in Sedalia, Mo., and we had the opportunity to meet the Brazilian who had bought our ewes. We had a little language barrier, but he new us by our first names and that we "were from San Francisco" and yes, that was a good translation, but probably not the San Fran he had in mind. And, he was having a large time at this sale - and every time he took a drink, he'd say "Salute!" Well, we were pretty sure he wouldn't make an appearance the next morning, due to too many "salutes". It was a great experience, and I was glad I had grown from the sappy little girl selling her market animals to an international exporter of breeding stock!
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