The moment I hated showing cattle
My first show after Mean Gene died was very hard. I entered the ring and exited only to not have my biggest supporter waiting with the halter. But, one thing that got me through was the people that surrounded me. I felt hands all along my way to the ring. I felt Pop there but I still didn't see him. That was the part that sucked. I have mourned long enough but now I don't want to show. I could care less if I ever saw another show or walked in the ring....that is till I met VS DIVA! She has a stacked pedigree. She is out of the heifer we won Grand Champion % Simmental Heifer at the Dixie Nationals. Her sire is a bull I feel in love with when Pop and I would check the cows. No, I never met this bull, we didn't raise him, but we have a lot of his daughter grazing our pastures and I loved them. (Black Joker is an old purebred Simmental bull) I begged and pleaded to get semen on him for as long as I can remember. I finally got my wish with this cross and then Diva was born. She has been a looker since she hit the ground. I didn't think I could get to mess with her because I am away at school all week and then playing catch-up with the farm work on the weekend. I didn't think this heifer would change so many things with me. She did.
I walked into her pen two/three weeks ago with a show stick and brush. She loved it and I loved doing it. The next weekend I did the same. This weekend I put a halter on her!! I got her out of the stall with a lot of patience, got her blown off and began the trek to the wash rack. She did fine. I was very skeptical on getting close to her because she could have kicked you before you knew her foot left the ground. Once I got her scrubbed and dried. I got her all shiny and became brushing her. I was smiling ear to ear doing this simple task that way back when I loved. This was the exact moment I found my passion again. This little heifer gave me so much as I stood in the barn brushing her. I want to show again, I want to spend my days in the barn again.