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Working Ranch - November/December 2017

Keep those letters coming: Editor PO Box 91269 Henderson, NV 89009 tim@workingranchmag.com HEY! That’s My MAGAZINE! Today was a day of refl ection. I went to the gym, got into the locker room and noticed I’d forgotten my latest copy of Working Ranch back in the vehicle. I decided to do without some reading this day, because I did not want to run back out to the parking lot. I usually read Working Ranch as I am on the Elliptical. After the workout, I drove an hour to Idaho to pick up my (hopefully) winning lottery ticket. After the purchase, I started to get hungry and Taco Bell sounded like a wonderful idea. As I left the drivethru I noticed something on the road, blowing in the wind. As I got closer I noticed words from a page, a familiar one: “ASHES”. I thought for a second, “someone lost their magazine.” Then it dawned on me...”HEY! That’s my magazine!” Before going into the gym, I put the magazine on top of the SUV and drove off. The wind took the book without my noticing. I’d driven an hour and luckily spotted it with a memory fl ash of what had happened. As I looked in the rear view mirror, seeing the papers moving fast in the wind, my refl ection started... I’d been getting Working Ranch for years, fi rst for free and then I started my two-year subscription. I’d learned so much from the stories printed on those pages. I can say, I’d gained information that others in the area had no idea existed. Sometimes you can’t teach an old dog tricks and that’s all I have to say about it. The stories I’d told my wife about the articles, the families and the technology to enhance cattle, she had grown in knowledge too (and she came from a family that raised cattle in the past). At the next opportunity I made a U-turn, sped up, pulled off to the side of the road, ran across the small highway and picked up my issue. Taking the magazine, driving to the library and brushing it off, at the moment, I knew how much it meant to me and I couldn’t part with it, I couldn’t have left it behind. It was mine, covered in gym sweat and fi nger print oil. I’d iron it out, fi nish it and put it on the stack with my old ones, always remembering how much I learn with each mag. If it happened again, I’d surely turn around, run it down like a guy chasing a chicken not caring what the other drivers thought of the guy in Wranglers and cowboy boots grabbing that mangled magazine. It’s that precious in my eyes. Thanks to you all for the knowledge you give us every other month. Kelly Vaughn EDITOR: Thanks, Kelly, we’ve never received a letter like this before. I had to share it with our entire team because your kind words mean a lot to us. But please, if it happens again, call me, I’ll send you over a new one. Alabama hand Here is a photo of our son ‘gettin’ it done in Alabama’. His name is Brody Davis. He is fi ve years old and helping his daddy, Charles Davis, Ranch Manager of Bartlett Ranch in Pike Road, Alabama. We are long time subscribers and huge fans of your publication. Love what you do for our lifestyle and this industry.... thank you. We already have to fi ght Brody for “fi rst reading rights” when a new book comes in... if he makes an issue... this won’t help Mama and Daddy much! Christy & Charles Davis Grady, AL 10 I WORKING RANCH I NOVEMBER / DECEMBER 2017


Working Ranch - November/December 2017
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