Good fences built on accurate property lines build good neighbors.
When I give prizes that are sponsored by one of my businesses or organizations I'm a part of, I make sure that the trophies/awards are something that’s worth the person who wins it showing it off.
No, it’s not out of the kindness of my heart. Giving out quality trophies or high quality banners at stock shows is justified for purely self-centered reasons.
The banners/trophies/awards you give out at your show for grand champion will be put on the wall.
They’ll show up in the show photos.
They’ll be shared on social media by the people that own the calf.
They’ll be shared on social media by the people that sold the calf.
They’ll be shared on social media by the people that sold the semen of the sire of the calf.
They’ll be shared for years to come in those silly #TBT posts.
That’s a huge branding opportunity for your show that you don’t have to lift a finger for. When your show name or logo is featured prominently on a high quality (a.k.a. large) banner your show will be associated with a high quality animal and you’ll send a little reminder of just how prestigious your show is.
Not only does it reward excellence in your winners, your show benefits from it long term.
Or just save $50, it’s up to you.
Congratulations, you stuck one at a big show. I’m sure you’re proud, I know I would be if I were you. Now, let’s get to writing that Facebook post to celebrate it.
Step 1 – Talk about how proud you are of your kid.
Step 2 – Thank everyone you need to thank including the breeder, seller, fitter, etc. Don’t hold back on the thank yous. THIS is the time to tag twenty people in a calf picture.
Step 3 – Now stop, click submit, and be happy with your friends and all that sweet social verification you’re about to get.
Wait, wait, wait. Jeff, we haven’t gotten in to most of the stuff I wanted to say.
Okay, like what?
Well, I need to make sure a lot of people know that they can kiss my ass. This stuff is hard and you need to take every opportunity you can to rub your success in the faces of other people.
No, you don’t.
Actually, I beg to differ. There was a show this past summer where a judge put us third behind two steers that didn’t do anything in the end. I need to make sure people know I remember that and I need to make sure they know that guy was wrong.
Nobody cares. Just hit submit.
Stop telling me to hit submit, we’re nowhere near done with this post. When should I throw in a comment about how I’d rather finish how we did in this class than how somebody else did in a different class?
Not now.
You don’t understand, they placed higher but it was an easier class. I need them to know that what we did was better. I won’t say it directly; I’ll be nice and passive aggressive about it.
No. Just don’t do it, it’s obnoxious and it makes you look like you’re covering up for some insecurities.
Okay, I’m not sure you know how Facebook works. Regardless, is the part where I comment that the people in my county that don’t like us can go suck it?
No.
Come on now, I need to make some sort of comment about them.
No, you don’t. If they hate you as much as you think they do, they are already mad.
I bred this calf and nobody wanted him. I need to point that out in this post.
Ehhhh....not really, but go ahead. Everyone that passed on him remembers passing on him and they're going to remember that next time they come look at calves at your place.
Well, we forgot a comment earlier in the post. Should I include what I was going to say about the judge playing politics at the beginning, middle, or end?
None of the above. You don’t need to talk crap about the judge, he picked you.
Yeah, I know, but we didn’t win the entire thing so he was obviously playing politics.
No, he wasn’t.
You just don’t know how political this all is.
Okay, fair enough. What I do know is why you were sucking fluid out of your calf’s hock 20 minutes before you went in the ring.
Whatever, idiot. Now is the part where I typically include a comment about how my little girl is the hardest working person in the barn.
Fine, do it, I get it. Just realize that she’s not the hardest working person in the barn.
Yes, she is.
No, she’s not. She’s ten.
Look, I have one of those "world's best dad" cups but my tendency to let Luke fall off the bed when he was a baby says otherwise.
In 15 years if she hasn’t figured out what to do with her life, she might be the hardest working person in the barn when she’s getting paid a daily fee to help the other hard working ten year olds who are the new "hardest working kid in the barn".
I kind of want to know what would have been next about that #1 pig if they had time to take more notes. It may just be me but it looks like it might have gone down a pretty dark path.