So much Bull.....

...in fact a lot of bull!
That's generally what you get at a bull sale! 

More farm adventures recounted now as I tell of a journey to La Junta to the sale barn.  Chad's little sister Nikki and husband Chip and of coure their parents held their annual sale where they auction off the boys...the bad boys complete with package. So it's kinda just as you would imagine an auction would go without the fabulous looking paddles and tight-assed art lovers!  Cowboys and rancher types just hold up their hands in a very subtle manner because a paddle would just be so gay!

They let them out one by one and the bulls prance up and down this little uh, catwalk if you will.....some arena type enclosure where they turn and turn and strut.  The auctioneer croons out a starting bid, usually around 1,000 and goes up from there.  I understand only a little of this but all there seem to tap their foot along to the beat of the rhythm like it's a hit song.  They obviously know what they're listening for.  Obviously.  Boyfriend Chad explains a stat sheet they have on the dudes listing everything you'd ever want to know from how much they weighed when born, to how likely they were to have big babies to the size of their um, BULLHood or testicles to use Hannah's new science word of the week.  As the hour goes on I start to recognize which ones are longer, thicker, whatever...it's a good improvement to the beginning where I remarked which ones had curlier locks.  Oh brother!  What must poor Chad be thinking at this point. 

Before leaving we chat up the locals, talking to the old farmer types, some with walkers.  Some wouldn't miss this for the world no matter how much the plains have torn up their bodies.  This is a social experience.  It's almost a community come together.  It's a homecoming of sorts and you can feel the closeness as much as you can smell the cafe chow and burned coffee.
 

As for the day in the sale barn by Chad's side.  I sat upright the entire time, leaning forward interested in the process once again.  Chad will read this because he loves to see how we non-farm type girls see the experience.   I just love to write about it, afraid if I don't I will begin to learn more of it.  For I might never see it the same way again. 

And that's NO bull!