https://preview.redd.it/ulstp0zdkckf1.jpg?width=1369&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=41750cbd9926193039f001a74d5c6303475da992
My second income stream as a child was also the most morbid. Spend five months turning a weaned steer into a pet that’s groomed and barbered like a poodle, then walk the thing around in a circle a few times, have an auction, then bawl your eyes out while you drive the thing to a slaughterhouse.
“Death is a part of life,” Granny would always say, while we were waiting for half of Ace to come back in packs of ground round and ribeyes. The other half went to another buyer.
It only took once, and I never viewed “livestock” as a pet again. It simply hurt too bad.
https://preview.redd.it/i0obo4thkckf1.jpg?width=1461&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=988e1e226d0e939469e1137a7431473508b7cbc5
https://preview.redd.it/iduibsjkkckf1.jpg?width=1428&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=af92d89ccafae1a146391d853adb7e9e35680e4a
https://preview.redd.it/i7rxlj4nkckf1.jpg?width=1428&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=505533047727343dafb065abebeceedaba6c8370
https://preview.redd.it/bk0sa90pkckf1.jpg?width=1432&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=a04d922db9c10ed579e57e78830e237822249702
“Kill Your Darlings,” is what they call it in the writing community, and the same is true with stocks, which was a powerful lesson to learn as a fourth grader with a curry comb.
Everyone knows Archer Aviation was my darling, but when the risk suddenly outweighed the reward, I had to kill that sumbitch. But let’s just ignore the razor’s edge they’re walking with politics. What happens if Stellantis goes bankrupt? Stellantis is bleeding money, getting crushed by tariffs, and the Ford Bronco just took down Jeep. Ouch!
Now back to my tale….
Finishing a beef steer all those years ago made a big impression. Because it doesn’t take too many mornings, getting up in the dark before school to feed the damn thing, before you realize how much work is involved in turning a profit. God, I hated walking my ass out in the cold in the middle of January to feed cattle. My boots crunching across frozen cow shit and mud. Mice running around like roaches when I flipped on the lights in the barn.
There was a science to it all, because we had to weigh the feed so nothing was wasted, so we could calculate each calf’s rate of gain and fine-tune their diet for max marbling.
Maybe that’s why I don’t get in a hurry with stocks anymore, because I actually remember how long it truly takes to grow something that the world defines as Grade-A DELICIOUS!
*Food* for thought...
\-Tweedle