I don’t want to be a salesman. I’m a dairyman. I would rather wear rubber boots than shiny slip-on shoes. I would rather smell a little bit like manure than reek of musk oil. I will gladly wear a cap with a drug logo or...
I met John Luscher at the livestock sale yard on the day they auctioned dairy animals to the highest bidder which they did weekly. It is not surprising we met there as most young struggling dairymen at the time went to buy replacement heifers and...
Occasionally our dairy industry goes daffy. As in duck. It starts when some poor overworked near-sighted Holstein dairyman stares at a cow too long. The black spots on a Holstein cow start to have familiar shapes. Suddenly he thinks he sees something that the whole world...
Feed a cow, milk a cow, sell the milk. It all seems so easy. Today the average person is 2 or 3 generations removed from the farm. The average person drives by a farm, watches a commercial on television, or hears a comment from someone “that...
John W. Wright shares his annual Christmas wish list....
Let me tell you about H--not the letter “H”--the man, the veterinarian. He was a partner in a veterinarian clinic with T. They would refer to one another by the first letter of their last name. I suppose they thought it made things less formal,...