International Livestock Congress 2012-CALGARY!!

www.ilccalgary.com/

The International Livestock Congress is coming to Calgary, Alberta in August 2012. The best part is, it's being held less than five miles from my home, at the Deerfoot Inn and Casino in Southeast Calgary. The better part is, they are awarding 20 bursaries to  young, aspiring beef producers and agricultural product and service employees and leaders.

So.

http://www.ag.ndsu.edu/ansc/news-events/archived
-news/international-livestock-congress-calgary-2010

I will be applying for this fantastic opportunity, and you should too. I do love a good competition. The bursary offers an all expenses paid trip to Calgary for three days, a room in the Deerfoot Inn, and three days of conferences, round table discussion, networking, and education on all things about and around Beef. If I know Canadian cattlemen, there will be plenty of beef on a bun, roast beef dinners, hamburgers, and steaks, too. I do not know what exactly the key note speakers, discussions and sessions will cover, but I can tell you that it will be beef, it will be informative, and it will be fun. If you qualify for a bursary, it could even be completely free!

That all being said, I am vibrating with excitement for this fantastic opportunity. If you would like some more information about the ILC, you can visit their website, where you find dates, applications, and more. Their Itinerary is pending, and expected soon. The URL is.

http://www.ilccalgary.com/default.htm

On another, equally as exciting note, I am geared up and tense with excitement at the prospect of Interning at the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo next week. Starting on March 7th, I will be at Reliant Park, helping to run the Junior Beef Heifer Show. The HLSR hires around a hundred interns every year, sourcing most of them from the greatest university in the state, and therefore the greatest in the country, and THEREFORE  the greatest in the world, Texas A&M University. That doesn't downplay my Canadian-ness, though so don't worry. They also source around a dozen from that other university in Lubbock, Texas Tech University. This year I believe there are some kids from a community college somewhere in Texas, but I can't remember. While the majority of us are working livestock shows, interning with veterinarians, and doing drug testing on class winners, there are also some media interns working with press, covering the events that take place.

Champion Limousin Heifer 2009
http://www.lawrencefamilylimousin.com/winners.html

Champion Junior Steer 2011. Sold for $350,000, shown by Koby Long
http://showmaxxcattle.com/champions.html

The Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo is the worlds largest fair event. According to the ever-reliable Wikipedia, the 2011 edition of the HLSR recorded 2,262,834 visitors over the three week event. Considering that the population of the Greater Houston Metropolitan Area is roughly 4 million, that means that approximately half of the city turns out for the show. That is a lot of animal agriculture exposure. The HLSR attracts music's biggest stars, and George Strait (Go Figure), Garth Brooks, ZZ Top, Alan Jackson, Brad Paisley, KISS, and so many others have graced the stage after the rodeo each night. HLSR started in 1932, and was aimed at promoting the Gulf Coast area as a cattle market. 4 Million cattle lived in the area, but around 90% of production was shipped to the Midwest and Eastern Seaboard for slaughter and processing. The gimmick worked, though, because just 4 years later 50% of local production was marketed in Houston, then a city of 200,000. Incidentally, and not unsurprisingly, Texas A&M (Then The Agricultural and Mechanical College of Texas or TAMC [we aren't good with acronyms here]) had the Grand Champion Market Steer, which brought around $500 at sale. That pales in comparison to the 2011 Junior Champion Steer price, which was a staggering $350,000 for Koby Long, the 17-year-old junior who raised the steer.

HLSR has grown immensely over the decades, and I am proud to be able to contribute in it's 80th Anniversary edition. for more information, visit www.rodeohouston.com.  



So God Made a Farmer

And on the 8th day God looked down on his planned paradise and said, "I need a caretaker." So God made a farmer.

God said, "I need somebody to get up before dawn and milk cows and work all day in the fields, milk cows again, eat supper and then go to town and stay past midnight at a meeting of the school board." So God made a farmer.

I need somebody with arms strong enough to wrestle a calf, yet gentle enough to deliver his own grandchild. Somebody to call hogs, tame cantankerous machinery, come home hungry and have to wait lunch until his wife is done feeding visiting ladies and then tell the ladies to be sure and come back real soon, and mean it.  So God made a farmer.

God said "I need somebody that can shape an ax handle from a persimmon sprout, shoe a horse with a hunk of car tire, make a harness out of hay wire, feed sacks and shoe scraps. And...who, at planting time and harvest season, will finish his forty hour week by Tuesday noon. Then, pain'n from "tractor back", put in another seventy two hours." So God made a farmer.

God had to have somebody willing to ride the ruts at double speed to get the hay in ahead of the rain clouds and yet stop on mid-field and race to help when he sees the first smoke from a neighbour's place. So God made a farmer.

God said, "I need somebody strong enough to clear trees, heave bails and yet gentle enough to tame lambs and wean pigs and tend the pink combed pullets, who will stop his mower for an hour to mend the broken leg of a meadow lark. So God made a farmer.

It had to be somebody who'd plow deep and straight and not cut corners. Somebody to seed and weed, feed and breed, and rake and disc and plow and plant and tie the fleece and strain the milk. Somebody to replenish the self feeder and then finish a hard week's work with a five-mile drive to church. Somebody who'd bale a family together with the soft strong bonds of sharing, who'd laugh and then sigh, and then reply, with smiling eyes, when his son says he wants to spend his life, "doing what Dad does". So God made a farmer.

So God Made a Farmer, recited by Paul Harvey. Author Unknown.

Bienvenidos a Aggieland!

In the well over a month it has been since i last wrote here, many things have happened. I of course apologize for the extended absence, and hope that I can better keep up with this thing they call a blog.

The Aggieland Water Tower and the Sbisa Dining centre

As of August 11, 2011, I have lived, breathed and eaten (literally- the wind came up one day and blew dust in my mouth) everything that is Aggieland. I attended fish camp, a whirlwind four days of yelling, sweating, laughing, yelling, sleeping yelling and cheering. I have shopped in this town of College Station until i thought that i could walk it in my sleep. And, most importantly, I spent four days on the road with my dad, driving all the way from Calgary, Alberta Canada to College Station, Texas, USA. Dad has long since flown home, and i am left with nothing to do but write to you all about my most recent and by far my largest escapade.

The Academic Building in the middle of campus. The gentleman standing in front is Sullivan Ross,
affectionately referred to as Ol' Sul Ross or Sully. He is a past president of the University, and if you place a penny at his
feet he will grant you good luck on your exams. I believe that i have about ten dollars I will be converting into pennies! 

First, a little history of the school. Texas A&M was founded in 1876 as the Agricultural and Mechanical College of Texas, or TAMC (I have also learned that they are not so good at acronyms here). It was an all male school with mandatory enrollment in the Corp of Cadets, and it had only six students in the first year. They slept in tents on campus and attended class in makeshift rooms. From these humble beginnings, TAMC became TAMU, and while the A&M doesn't really mean Ag and Mechanics anymore, the letters where kept in the title for posterity. Now a bustling school of 49,000 students, male, female, white, black, international, out of state, corps members and civilians, TAMU has become a universally renowned school of research, a centre for the arts and culture of the western countries, and a place where countless students and alumni call home.



This is the Century Tree. I don't exactly hos old it is but, man, this is one old oak tree. Superstition states that
if you walk under the tree with your true love, you will be together and happy forever. But, if you walk
under it alone, you will remain alone forever. Needless to say, I steer pretty well clear of this tree for the
time being. However, that little bench has seen more proposals than the top of the Eiffel Tower.

Phew... What a Week!

Its over. All in all, Summer Synergy was a great success for me, and for many of my fellow livestock exhibitors. While not everyone is able to take a prize or a ribbon home (it isn't peewee hockey, you know), everyone can take away a new skill, a new friend, and even new confidence. For myself and many of my friends, we were fortunate enough to take away scholarships, some got $1000, some $2000, and some, like myself, upwards of $3000. The Calgary Stampede, and all of the associated sponsors, made this great event possible. Without sufficient sponsorship, livestock shows like this would come crashing to the ground, or never occur in the first place. A huge shout out to the Calgary Exhibition and Stampede, The Olds Agricultural Society, Alberta 4-H, Olds College, Bella Spur Innovative Media Inc., Alberta Lotteries, The RBC Foundation, AFSC, Meyers Norris Penny, and so many more like Ted Jenkins and Family, thank you so much. Thanks for supporting youth in agriculture, thanks for supporting the future of agriculture, thanks for supporting the future of food in a growing world.

Since I have been away from you all so long, I figured that I would let you know just what is happening here on the farm. Last Friday, Dad knocked about 20 acres of hay down, all of which we plan to make into small square bales. All was well, for a couple of days, but the humidity slowed the drying process and led to a very bad event for hay-making: Rain. Two thunderstorms rolled through on Tuesday night, depositing 3/4 of an inch of wet water on our lovely hay. Things that make you say S%!t . So now, here I sit, waiting for the hay to finish airing out, and writing to you all. Maybe I will manage some pictures this afternoon. I'll post them if I do.

Until Later.

Moving Out

I discovered that I am a terrible picture taker. Not so much in the skills I have with a camera (which suck, by the way), but more with my apparent lack of forethought as to what I am doing and whether there may be any mediocre pictures to be taken. As the title suggests, something moved out yesterday and today. Alas, it isn't me (I get to leave in August), but most of our cattle have moved on to greener pastures.

Even with all the rain we have received this year, a 20 acre pasture is not enough for 23 or 24 hungry momma cows and their calves. Almost all of the main herd went to Turner Valley in two separate convoy trips, last night and early this morning. This is to give our pasture a rest, allow it to recuperate and grow back some before the fall and the return of the cows. While our pasture is by no means spent this year, this annual activity started back in 2007, when we had a long, dry, and very cold spring. We had no pasture, but a friend, Muriel Dais, did. So we loaded up everyone who wasn't a show cow and shipped them off to Turner Valley Alberta. Their pastureland is located on a quarter section of land all in pasture, with the house and the yard located on top of a south and west running hill. Needless to say, our cattle easily have a 2 or 2.5 million dollar view, as their western slope looks right trough a valley to the not-so-distant mountains. The landscape is absolutely stunning. With all this natural beauty and wonder around them, the cows are constantly milling around, looking for the best place to...eat more grass. Heads down, mouth going, paying no heed to the majesty of the Canadian Rockies.

Linking back to the opening sentences, it is difficult to take a bad picture at Mountain Park Ranch. Unless, of course, if you haven't got a camera. However, Bernie Brown, western pencil artist, once did a drawing of some of Muriel's cows out to pasture, which captures their view equally as well.

"At Home on the Range" by Bernie Brown. You can view more of his pencil art at www.berniebrown.com

The End is Nigh

Not really, but tomorrow marks the last day of judging for the Marketing component of Summer Synergy. That also means that Summer Synergy and Stampede are only 10 days from commencement! Thanks to all of you for being stalwart readers of my agriculture adventures. Though I plan to continue this blog, it may start to come at you from the angle of a maroon-blooded Aggie, rather than as strictly an agricultural blog. With the start of Summer Synergy so near, it has drawn my attention to the fast-approaching day of my departure for Texas. As of the last day of the show, I will have only three weeks to make good all debts, organize my personal belongings, and say final farewells to those of you who I won't see again for another four years, if ever. Thanks for supporting me in my quest for a scholarship. Thanks to all the sponsors who may be reading this for making this competition possible, and thanks for eating beef and keeping us all just slightly out of the red!

Till Later, as this is by no means a goodbye,

Cameron Olson
My Cattle World

The question is not, "Am I ready for Texas?", but is rather, "Is Texas ready for me?"

She Calved

Ladies and Gentlemen, children of all ages, may I present to you the first, the only, the premier, Beefmaster Influenced Steer Calf in Canada!!!

As they say in Texas, "Innee' Cay-yute?" He looks like he might blow away in a good, stiff wind.

OK, so he may not look that spectacular to all of you with his large floppy ears and sticky-outy tongue, but he is special to me and approximately 5500 American Beefmaster breeders in the United States. He is, as I mentioned, the one and only steer of his kind in the nation. Makes ya feel kinda small, eh?

He is possibly the start of a brand new trend in Canadian livestock. Or he is possibly the biggest mistake I have ever made. Whichever it is, I will learn from the experience of having him here!

Momma Beefmaster and Baby Beefmaster X Limousin