Goin’ Showin’
Sara Brown
Beef Today
There is something about the smell of wood chips. It takes me back to the Missouri State Fair, unloading pigs from the trailer and waiting anxiously to guide (or rather push) my animal into the ring. The smell of a freshly busted straw bale brings back the time I learned the proper way to tie a 1200-lb. steer to the fence, after chasing him around the pen again. Cattle adhesive, Ivory dish soap, purple oil… the list goes on.
