It was ten after 6 and I was finally headed to the ranch. I used one of the little two-year-old fillies to pen the roping cattle this morning and then cut the calves out. They were staying here. But the steers, they were headed back south. I was going to swap them out for some more roping calves. The penning and sorting went quickly, even in the dark. The loading was the hard part. The only loading chute of any kind is what is formed by one panel and the trailer gate. No problem most of the time. Not this time.
There's always one in the bunch. This one was actually a heifer, and she was white with some brendal stripes. She had screwing my early morning efforts up down to a fine art. She had two moves (1) Be the first in the trailer, wheel around and hook the other steers on her way back out while taking at least one with her (2) refuse to go in at all until the steers that were loaded decided to come on back out.
Enter Gus. Gus is my right hand man and appears in the top right hand corner of this website every now and then. He's worth his weight in gold. (even though he was half asleep in the truck bed this morning and i had to go get him) Anyway, once Gus realized that today his work day was going to start before we got to the ranch, he got after it. I just loaded the cooperating steers and let him have that d@&mn heifer while I went to pen the roping calves.
The calves were re-penned in no time and thrown in with the steers. The ones in the trailer were dropped back out and by this time, that white heifer was wanting to be somewhere else. I just loaded them all and cut the calves back out from inside the trailer. Done. Finally. Ridiculous. It's 5 freakin 30 in the morning and I'm soakin' wet. The dog days of summer are upon us.
So I head inside to change clothes. I load up Bugzy and Senorita and head south.
I was a little late so Morgan had already gotten everything fed up at the house. We finished up the feeding rounds and then penned a set of bulls. We were branding again. Mick and Dick had a set of replacement heifers to be branded as well. We were going to try and get them all done before lunch. After the irons were hot (one Jh, one number 8 and one O-B) we started the machine. If you don't know what machine I'm talking about check out this post for pictures and this post for a description.
Anyway, we got it done.
After lunch we caught up the '08 fillies from the Murphy. It was time to brand them as well. There was just one problem.
They were a little wet.
The news said 105 with a heat index at 115.
Well, sweat, or rain (which we haven't had to worry about) creates a problem when branding, especially with horses. It's also more of an issue when you're dealing with barely halter broke yearlings that you know are going to fret a little which will cause them to sweat even more. The brand won't run, but when first placed on the hide, the iron will slide putting the brand where you don't want it. Or worse, burning a spot here and there. So we decided to wait until it cooled off a bit.
One hour later, it's 102. It's not going to get any cooler until midnight. Our breeze just wasn't coming.
We went and got them and got it done. Slowly. When these kinds of situations come up, and they come up ALOT down south, you can't just wait. Hell, we'd never get anything done. You just have to slow down - Calm diligence.
Always press the limits - But at a walk.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
It's OK - How to live stress free
It's OK.
Don't Worry About It.
Forget About It.
We all do stupid things. If you're thinking that you don't, you're do. And it will probably happen before you go to bed tonight.
Anyway, We all do it. What's important is what you do afterward. Now, if your stupid thing is forgetting to put the lid on your pink lemonade from DQ (they're awesome by the way) and you sling it all over the truck when some teeny-bopper whips their soon-to-be-destroyed-if-they-keep-texting-while-they're-driving-new-car, then it's usually not that big of a deal. Some of us hot-heads and worry warts may feel differently, but all I can tell you is life's too short. You're the only one mad. How does that make you feel? More mad? ;) That's the point. You have a choice. You don't have to be mad.
So on to the real deal. Your mess up may be bigger than that. You may have purposely decided to delay marketing a particular horse for one reason or another. And the next thing you know, you're underneath a $6,000+ property tax situation that has a serious effect on real life. (you know, hypothetically ;) ) This problem could be huge for some, and might not even make some blink when they consider their problems. (infidelity, fiscal irresponsibility, etc., etc.)
How do you handle that if you're the one who screwed up? How do you handle it if you're the spouse of the person who screwed up? Or the son, daughter, mother or father?
It's all the same. We should all try to exist in the current moment. Where do you exist? Truly Exist?
Is it:
In a war that was fought decades ago? In a business dealing that happened years ago? In an argument that you don't even remember that well? Where? Where do you exist?
If you don't know, find out. Now.
This shapes your reaction to everything. As soon as you know where you exist, you'll understand your reactions so clearly as well. But I can't answer it for you. And neither can your spouse, or anyone else. If it doesn't come to you immediately, bow your head. Ask Our Lord. Seriously, He'll let you know right quick.
So, about that reaction - how can you handle it? With humility and dignity. It doesn't matter which side you're on. That's how you handle it. Regardless of how bad you screwed up, somebody somewhere has screwed up worse than you. And no matter how small of a screw up you may think it is, somebody somewhere could make your little mess look like Katrina. So be humble. Be apologetic. But don't continue to EXIST in that screwup. It's a poison. Move on.
And if you're the one who got screwed, same thing. Be aware, but be humble, you're not perfect. And do not continue to EXIST within that situation. Move on.
Does "It's OK" mean no one cares? Hell no it doesn't. The real world doesn't forget. But that's not the point. The point is that the past is poison. Good pasts can paralize you into not progressing. You think you've already made it. Bad pasts can do the same thing. They can create a "Why should I even try?" situation.
Guess what. Tomorrow is the same way. Poison. Is that a little drastic? Nope. If you cared about losing one pound today, or making one dollar today, what would happen? Success. But we're not doing that. We want to make a million... Eventually. What the heck kind of timeline is that?
Amen.
Good, bad, happy or sad - Live for the people in your life right now. The opportunities in your life right now. The love in your life right now. Let the rest go. You ask Our Lord and He'll tell you what to do next. And don't be surprised when you end up exactly where you wanted to be. In shorter time. And after having more fun. ;)
Here's a little aside. There's a whole theory behind it as well, but this post is getting a little longer than expected. Think about grandparents. Why do they love those grandchildren SO much?
It's a clean slate.
Wipe your slate clean today and start over. What if everybody was your grandchild? You'd be broke ;) , but you'd be happy.
Further Reading:
Here are several other posts on forgiveness and stress free living.
By the way - Bugzy is my heel horse that's for Sale: $7500 (Yea, um, it wasn't hypothetical. ;) )
Don't Worry About It.
Forget About It.
We all do stupid things. If you're thinking that you don't, you're do. And it will probably happen before you go to bed tonight.
Anyway, We all do it. What's important is what you do afterward. Now, if your stupid thing is forgetting to put the lid on your pink lemonade from DQ (they're awesome by the way) and you sling it all over the truck when some teeny-bopper whips their soon-to-be-destroyed-if-they-keep-texting-while-they're-driving-new-car, then it's usually not that big of a deal. Some of us hot-heads and worry warts may feel differently, but all I can tell you is life's too short. You're the only one mad. How does that make you feel? More mad? ;) That's the point. You have a choice. You don't have to be mad.So on to the real deal. Your mess up may be bigger than that. You may have purposely decided to delay marketing a particular horse for one reason or another. And the next thing you know, you're underneath a $6,000+ property tax situation that has a serious effect on real life. (you know, hypothetically ;) ) This problem could be huge for some, and might not even make some blink when they consider their problems. (infidelity, fiscal irresponsibility, etc., etc.)
How do you handle that if you're the one who screwed up? How do you handle it if you're the spouse of the person who screwed up? Or the son, daughter, mother or father?
It's all the same. We should all try to exist in the current moment. Where do you exist? Truly Exist?
Is it:
In a war that was fought decades ago? In a business dealing that happened years ago? In an argument that you don't even remember that well? Where? Where do you exist?
If you don't know, find out. Now.
This shapes your reaction to everything. As soon as you know where you exist, you'll understand your reactions so clearly as well. But I can't answer it for you. And neither can your spouse, or anyone else. If it doesn't come to you immediately, bow your head. Ask Our Lord. Seriously, He'll let you know right quick.
So, about that reaction - how can you handle it? With humility and dignity. It doesn't matter which side you're on. That's how you handle it. Regardless of how bad you screwed up, somebody somewhere has screwed up worse than you. And no matter how small of a screw up you may think it is, somebody somewhere could make your little mess look like Katrina. So be humble. Be apologetic. But don't continue to EXIST in that screwup. It's a poison. Move on.
And if you're the one who got screwed, same thing. Be aware, but be humble, you're not perfect. And do not continue to EXIST within that situation. Move on.
Does "It's OK" mean no one cares? Hell no it doesn't. The real world doesn't forget. But that's not the point. The point is that the past is poison. Good pasts can paralize you into not progressing. You think you've already made it. Bad pasts can do the same thing. They can create a "Why should I even try?" situation.
Guess what. Tomorrow is the same way. Poison. Is that a little drastic? Nope. If you cared about losing one pound today, or making one dollar today, what would happen? Success. But we're not doing that. We want to make a million... Eventually. What the heck kind of timeline is that?
Mathew 6:34
So then, do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Today has enough trouble of its own.
Amen.
Good, bad, happy or sad - Live for the people in your life right now. The opportunities in your life right now. The love in your life right now. Let the rest go. You ask Our Lord and He'll tell you what to do next. And don't be surprised when you end up exactly where you wanted to be. In shorter time. And after having more fun. ;)
Here's a little aside. There's a whole theory behind it as well, but this post is getting a little longer than expected. Think about grandparents. Why do they love those grandchildren SO much?
It's a clean slate.
Wipe your slate clean today and start over. What if everybody was your grandchild? You'd be broke ;) , but you'd be happy.
Further Reading:
Here are several other posts on forgiveness and stress free living.
By the way - Bugzy is my heel horse that's for Sale: $7500 (Yea, um, it wasn't hypothetical. ;) )
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Crazy Catholics: A tradition explained
First, the readings from today are pretty good. You should check them out.
But, today I became acutely aware of something during mass. I'm not sure why it came to my attention, but I'd like to share it here.
If you're not Catholic, you may have wondered what the heck everybody is doing right before the priest reads the gospel, or New Testament reading. Even if you are Catholic, you may be wondering the same thing. (Us Catholics have a little bit of a rep. for going through the motions and not knowing, or asking, why) If you're not Catholic AND you've never been to a Catholic mass, then take my word for it when I tell you that everybody looks like Tony LaRussa for about a half second.
See, the priest lets everybody know what he is about to read to which the congregation replies, "Glory to you Lord." Basically, the congregation is proclaiming that the words to be read are for the glorification of Christ's name. That's not the interesting part, though.
Usually, while we are saying "Glory to you Lord", we also make a tiny sign of the cross on our forehead, over our lips, and over our hearts. It's just a little plus sign motion with the thumb. Why?
Well, it's a prayer. And just like most of the things Catholics do, if you get past the stereotype and get some actual information, it's a beautiful little gesture.
All we're doing is asking Our Lord to help us keep His Word in our minds, on our lips and in our hearts. Until the next time we hear His Word again, we should all be so diligent as to influence our daily activity with the bible verses we last heard.
The next time you get a chance to spend time in your bible, or the next time you hear verses read at church, say that little prayer. And think about what you're asking Him to help you do. Trust me. You'll notice the influence in your daily living.
Further Reading:
- Pray More talks about influence
- How to make better decisions
But, today I became acutely aware of something during mass. I'm not sure why it came to my attention, but I'd like to share it here.
If you're not Catholic, you may have wondered what the heck everybody is doing right before the priest reads the gospel, or New Testament reading. Even if you are Catholic, you may be wondering the same thing. (Us Catholics have a little bit of a rep. for going through the motions and not knowing, or asking, why) If you're not Catholic AND you've never been to a Catholic mass, then take my word for it when I tell you that everybody looks like Tony LaRussa for about a half second.
See, the priest lets everybody know what he is about to read to which the congregation replies, "Glory to you Lord." Basically, the congregation is proclaiming that the words to be read are for the glorification of Christ's name. That's not the interesting part, though.
Usually, while we are saying "Glory to you Lord", we also make a tiny sign of the cross on our forehead, over our lips, and over our hearts. It's just a little plus sign motion with the thumb. Why?
Well, it's a prayer. And just like most of the things Catholics do, if you get past the stereotype and get some actual information, it's a beautiful little gesture.
All we're doing is asking Our Lord to help us keep His Word in our minds, on our lips and in our hearts. Until the next time we hear His Word again, we should all be so diligent as to influence our daily activity with the bible verses we last heard.
The next time you get a chance to spend time in your bible, or the next time you hear verses read at church, say that little prayer. And think about what you're asking Him to help you do. Trust me. You'll notice the influence in your daily living.
Further Reading:
- Pray More talks about influence
- How to make better decisions
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Rein, Rain, Reign
Rein
Let him feel my calm confidence. OK, more face, Wimpy. Get your mind on your business. This is the big show. Let's bring it in and get settled before the lope off. OK, we're going to be headed left. Give me that hip and here we go. More speed guy, come on, I know it's in there.
Nice, now come on back and slow down for me. Perfect. Whoa.
So far so good.
Now, let's show them a little bit of what makes you, YOU. To the left first. Now, more speed . . . Awesome.
We're going to be headed right now. Move that hip over a bit... aaaannndd, here we go.
There's that speed a little quicker this time. Good job, let's keep it under control though. Now, ease back down. Still going well. Whoa.
Whoa indeed. Little off to the left there Wimp. Let's settle a bit.
OK, now to the right. Show me what you've got. Wow. That's the stuff.
Now, let's finish this thing. Here we go to the left first. Nice speed, hold that hip. And, to the right. Fantastic. Let's get around here... hold that hip, and back to the left. Awesome.
Now for the close. Stay straight. Whoa. Nice, but I'm going to need you to stay in the ground more if you're gonna win this thing. Let's regroup and I'll draw you in just a bit more... Now, Whoa. Better. Hittin' a little in front now though.
Let's get turned around and I'm going to let you have the reins a bit more again. Whoa.
Now THAT's what they came to see. THAT's what I'm talkin' about. We'll get a "THA! SCORE!" for sure with that. Good job Wimpy.
Rain
The gospel from Today's Readings is probably a familiar one for most of you. Christ and His disciples are caught in a great storm. The disciples grow worried and wake Jesus from His nap. He rebukes the wind and sea and then turns to the weak faith of His followers.
This story is probably familiar to you for more than one reason. At least it is for me. We all have storms throughout our lives. Can't pay the bills. A death in the family. Even a birth can be an unexpected storm for some families. And that's just it.
It's unexpected. We tend to think that the unexpected = a storm. Just like the disciples, if we think we're out of control, we freak. This story is about trusting in Him and relinquishing control. Only then can we find our true purpose. And feel REAL control.
Trusting in Him transitions us from 'Shawn' in life to 'Wimpy'. From using the reins to listening to them. And the rain, thunder and lightening is what gets us there.
Reign
Man, there's alot of people here. This sure isn't home. I guess this is my new home. The work area is a little smaller. But I guess this is cool.
Where are we going? This little alley is making me a tick nervous. Holy Moly! There's alot more people in here. What's that over there. Easy does it. I guess this guy knows what he's doin'. OK, OK. I guess I'm going to get to work in here all by myself.
Well, this isn't so bad. Dang, already. I guess it's time to go. I'm going, I'm going. OK, I guess He likes this speed. I'll keep it right here. Wow, slowing down already. OK, no problem I guess. You better make up your mind though.
Whoa. That caught me a little off guard, but I think I nailed it. Did I nail it?
Crap, to the left already. No problem. Check this out. AAaaannnndd .... Done.
That should earn me a little brea... Nope, OK. Here we go. You ready for this.
Slow down again. Come on. OH, dang. wasn't thinking we were gonna stop there but, OK.
To the right, no problem. Check it.
That's right. Can you even ride that spin at that speed? I freakin' nailed that spin. Didn't I?
Off we go again?!?!
That wasn't good enough? That's cool. Let's go then.
Oh, man, I feel a run down comin' on. Yes! Here we go...
And, Whooooooaaaaaaaaa. Damn, that was good. Is this over yet? No? OK, fine I came out a little at the end, but I'm pretty sure it was pretty darn good. Whelp, here we go again.
And Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. .... Crap, that just didn't feel right. Let me try it one more time. I've got it now. This new place just isn't the same as home, but I'm ready now.
Yes! One more time. Whhoooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. SUH-WEET! That's how we do it. OK, OK. I'm backing. Man, I've done, like, every single thing you've ever shown me. When will this end? That may be everything I've got. Phew. I need a breather.
What's that sound? Oh, yea. There's all those people again. And they're right. I am great. Truly I am. Thanks everybody.
The first part of this post is a silly interpretation of what was possibly going through the head of Shawn Flarida as he was showing Wimpy's Little Step in the 2002 NRHA Reining Futurity. Everything revolves around what Shawn has to do next to be successful. Shawn's next set up. Shawn's next move. Shawn's plan.
The second part of this post is an equally silly representation of what may have been going through the three-year-old Wimpy's Little Step's mind at the same show. In this case everything just revolves around the moment. Although sometimes curious, the unfailing trust and drive to accomplish whatever was asked next existed at all times.
Well, I can guarantee you that there were storms between the day Wimpy was born and the day he performed for Shawn at the Futurity.
And it's the same with us. We have to weather those storms. Trust in our Most Holy Trainer. And anticipate the day that He asks us to perform just beyond our current abilities. If we'll just listen to the reins instead of insisting on directing them, He can show us how to perform.
To show ALL just how GREAT we really are.
Further Reading:
- Wimpy's Little Step You can here, "THA! SCORE! at the end of this video on Wimpy's homepage.
- Shawn Flarida Shawn Flarida's Web site.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Sacred Hearts
Well, the Little Fat Monsignor struck again. If you don't know about the Little Fat Monsignor, read this post.Anyway, today over at the church-house we celebrated the Solemnity of the Sacred Heart of Jesus. Most of you know the drill - it's the religious devotion to the physical heart of Jesus as the representation of divine love for humanity. If you want to learn more about it go to this Sacred Heart of Jesus page on Wikipedia.
- Jesus' Compassion
- Jesus' Unconditional Love
- Our Adoration of Jesus
- etc., etc. . ...
I'm by no means discounting the Sacred Heart, but what hit me today was something different. It was the placement of the Preface Prayer that occurs at the very beginning of the mass. The Solemnity of the Sacred Heart is right in the middle of this huge book sandwiched between the Preface Prayer for the Annunciation (revelation to Mary by the angel Gabriel that she was to conceive Christ) and the Preface Prayer for Christ's Triumph on the Cross.
That placement is BIG. The Little Fat Monsignor knows his stuff. No doubt.
So, everything between the announcement of Christ's arrival to Mary and Christ's death on the cross can be summed up by His Sacred Heart. It's the representation of His life.
Our own hearts can be sacred as well since Christ lives within us. The question is:
What will the page between our birth announcement and our obituary have to say about our own heart?
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
The Path
First, two short stories:
There's a village in Africa. OK, so there are probably thousands of villages in Africa. ;) But this story only deals with one of them and I don't know it's name.
Several missionaries were tasked with visiting this remote area and introducing the tribe there to Our Lord. It turned out to be a successful effort and the majority of the villagers were lead to Christ. As you can imagine, the village was set in a remote area far from the things we take for granted every day. Most were barefoot. They all lived in huts. But now, they knew The Lord.
Well, every home had a specific prayer place that they would go to to pray. Due to traditional values and the distance between homes, they didn't all go to a 'church' to worship. They went where they felt lead to go. But, they always went to the same place.
A worn path began to develop. Some paths were more worn than others. And almost as a way to enforce accountability, the paths became a sort of moral ruler for each household. Inevitably, they began to show up - That individual asking you why grass is growing over your path. Do you punch them in the face, or thank them for the reminder. ;)
Sometimes it's hard to know what to do. What you do know is that it's always good to be on the path.
... Afghanis use donkeys to get supplies up, over, and across mountains. No surprising fact there. What is interesting though is that the “Donkey Trains” are self guided. That’s right; no people guide the donkeys across the mountains.
They have walked the path so many times that the Afghanis load the donkeys down with fresh supplies, and send them on their way. The donkeys start walking through the mountains and know exactly how to get back to their owners house tens of miles away.
Can you imagine it? You’re trying to bake a cake and need a cup of sugar, so you send jack across the mountain to the general store with a note on his back along with a hundred-spot of Afghani dinar, “more sugar please.” And good ole jack is back at your house the next day with the bag of sugar. For real though, they pack the donkeys down and just send them on their way. I guess it’s not that surprising after all.
The first story above comes from Gregg Matte. I first mentioned Gregg in a post a couple of days ago called Pray More. This story is a summary pulled from a podcast he does. If you want to hear the whole thing, click Purpose People: 2nd in a series about finding true purpose. If you want to hear all of them, or subscribe for free, go here.
The second story comes from Stoney Portis. Truth was the first post I mentioned Stoney in. He also left a great comment on The Journey. Check them both out to learn a bit more about this inspiring gentleman and soldier.
Now then, on to the point.
How's that for a point?
First, we're thinking, "Stupid donkeys... Could go wherever they want and no one would know. No one could find them. They wouldn't have to work. They could do whatever they wanted."
And there it is. We're SO much smarter than all else aren't we.
And yet, here we are. We go wherever we want - Sometimes no one can find us. We don't have to work - And we accomplish nothing. We do whatever we want - And do nothing. No one truly knows us - Not even ourselves. ... and we go nowhere.
Those donkeys are on to something. There's no grass on their path. Well, there's probably no grass in Afghanistan at all. ;) But that's not the point.
They get fed when they stay on the path - As do we.
They are appreciated when they stay on the path - As are we.
They are safe when they stay on the path - As are we.
They have purpose when they stay on the path.
Is there grass on your path?
New Believers: Story 1
There's a village in Africa. OK, so there are probably thousands of villages in Africa. ;) But this story only deals with one of them and I don't know it's name.Several missionaries were tasked with visiting this remote area and introducing the tribe there to Our Lord. It turned out to be a successful effort and the majority of the villagers were lead to Christ. As you can imagine, the village was set in a remote area far from the things we take for granted every day. Most were barefoot. They all lived in huts. But now, they knew The Lord.
Well, every home had a specific prayer place that they would go to to pray. Due to traditional values and the distance between homes, they didn't all go to a 'church' to worship. They went where they felt lead to go. But, they always went to the same place.
A worn path began to develop. Some paths were more worn than others. And almost as a way to enforce accountability, the paths became a sort of moral ruler for each household. Inevitably, they began to show up - That individual asking you why grass is growing over your path. Do you punch them in the face, or thank them for the reminder. ;)
Sometimes it's hard to know what to do. What you do know is that it's always good to be on the path.
Old Hands: Story 2
... Afghanis use donkeys to get supplies up, over, and across mountains. No surprising fact there. What is interesting though is that the “Donkey Trains” are self guided. That’s right; no people guide the donkeys across the mountains.
They have walked the path so many times that the Afghanis load the donkeys down with fresh supplies, and send them on their way. The donkeys start walking through the mountains and know exactly how to get back to their owners house tens of miles away.
Can you imagine it? You’re trying to bake a cake and need a cup of sugar, so you send jack across the mountain to the general store with a note on his back along with a hundred-spot of Afghani dinar, “more sugar please.” And good ole jack is back at your house the next day with the bag of sugar. For real though, they pack the donkeys down and just send them on their way. I guess it’s not that surprising after all.
The first story above comes from Gregg Matte. I first mentioned Gregg in a post a couple of days ago called Pray More. This story is a summary pulled from a podcast he does. If you want to hear the whole thing, click Purpose People: 2nd in a series about finding true purpose. If you want to hear all of them, or subscribe for free, go here.
The second story comes from Stoney Portis. Truth was the first post I mentioned Stoney in. He also left a great comment on The Journey. Check them both out to learn a bit more about this inspiring gentleman and soldier.
Now then, on to the point.
If only we could all just be a bunch of jackasses.
How's that for a point?
First, we're thinking, "Stupid donkeys... Could go wherever they want and no one would know. No one could find them. They wouldn't have to work. They could do whatever they wanted."
And there it is. We're SO much smarter than all else aren't we.
And yet, here we are. We go wherever we want - Sometimes no one can find us. We don't have to work - And we accomplish nothing. We do whatever we want - And do nothing. No one truly knows us - Not even ourselves. ... and we go nowhere.
Those donkeys are on to something. There's no grass on their path. Well, there's probably no grass in Afghanistan at all. ;) But that's not the point.
They get fed when they stay on the path - As do we.
They are appreciated when they stay on the path - As are we.
They are safe when they stay on the path - As are we.
They have purpose when they stay on the path.
Is there grass on your path?
Monday, June 15, 2009
Greed Begets Greed
I'm in San Diego working with an impressive group of guys on their horse software so there won't be a long post today.
Here's a great read indirectly related to the Texas Equine Incentive Bill:
An exodus of horses from the Bluegrass.
Kentucky has had an incentive fund in place for several years. And mare nomination fees are supplemented by taxes on stud fees. And yet, this article still exists. Owners are still wanting more. Now they are complaining about not obtaining a new system of incentives coming from slot machine revenues.
By all means, utilize your new-found incentive program. BUT, do not depend on it. Do not be crippled by it. Run your businesses with integrity and efficiency. This should go without saying, but the real world just doesn't operate that way. It should be the icing - not the cake.
Here's a great read indirectly related to the Texas Equine Incentive Bill:
An exodus of horses from the Bluegrass.
Kentucky has had an incentive fund in place for several years. And mare nomination fees are supplemented by taxes on stud fees. And yet, this article still exists. Owners are still wanting more. Now they are complaining about not obtaining a new system of incentives coming from slot machine revenues.
Beware Texas Horse Professionals.
By all means, utilize your new-found incentive program. BUT, do not depend on it. Do not be crippled by it. Run your businesses with integrity and efficiency. This should go without saying, but the real world just doesn't operate that way. It should be the icing - not the cake.
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