04/01/2026
🥺After a lot of thought, stress, money, hauling, heartbreak, early mornings, late nights, feed bills, entry fees, broken panels, broken trailers, broken sleep, and full-blown emotional damage…
We’ve decided we’re done.
Done with livestock.
Done with stock shows.
Done building our entire lives around feed schedules, weigh days, jackpot weekends, fair deadlines, breeding timelines, and animals that can bankrupt you emotionally and financially before breakfast.
We are sick of FFA.
Honestly… we’re just tired.
So yes, we’ll be selling off a lot of the gear and equipment.
Show supplies.
Panels.
Fans.
Buckets.
The random mountain of stuff you somehow accumulate when your entire personality gets held hostage by agriculture.
And depending on how committed we are to this fresh start… the horse trailer may also be listed later today.
God this is going to save so much time, money, stress, diesel, chaos, and psychological wear and tear.
No more planning life around whether something is:
• bred
• due
• entered
• clipped
• washed
• weighed
• fed
• bloated
• limping
• off feed
• acting weird
• or trying to die at the worst possible time
We’re ready for peace.
We’re ready for weekends.
We’re ready to stop spending the GDP of a small nation on animals who look at us like we’re the problem.
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April Fools.
Anyway if anyone needs me, I’ll be outside financially supporting bad decisions with a feed scoop in one hand and emotional instability in the other.
Feel free to steal this if it fits your rural humor😉