For some people there favorite memory only comes one time, but, for me I have had four of them. I have been showing market hogs for four year at the county fair. My very first year I had no clue what I was doing but, some of my best friends are some of the best hog showmen in the state of Michigan, so it didn’t take me long to catch on. Fair week is always my favorite week of summer and probably always will be. In July, 2012 I walked into the show ring at the Huron Community Fair for the first time showing a market hog. My nerves were as big as an elephant, my heart was beating so fast, and I still wasn’t 100% sure about what I was doing. Together me and my barrow Axel walked into the ring for our market class immediately I knew that we …show more content…
Together my dad and I and some of the kids I show with went to eight shows before the county fair. We met a lot of new people and most of them became friends because we spent every weekend competing against each other. We ended up have Reserve Champion Duroc Hog at a couple of shows and having 3rd overall hog at one of our favorite shows. When the fair came around I had my sister show two of my hogs at the fair so we didn’t have any animals left at home. We took all four hogs to the county fair, we didn't think we were going to win any market classes this year and that was okay with us, three years in a row that’s pretty good. We started the day with showmanship, we both did well in our divisions but, neither of us won overall showman. We then went in for pen classes, we both ended up winning our classes so we had to find friends to help us show the other hogs. In the final drive we both were in the top three pens, Brynn ended up having the Champion Pen of Hogs, I ended up having the third overall pen. When individual classes came around I knew Brynn’s Duroc was going to win because the judge couldn’t stop complimenting on how he was such a great hog. We both won our individual classes and both ended up in the final drive with each other again. Brynn’s hog was named Grand Champion Hog and my hog ended up being named Reserve Champion Hog. This year was one of our best years, because we had fun doing what we
This heifer was a twin that my grandpa had on his farm. Grandpa named one of the twins, Josie after my sister and the other one Jessica, after me. This little calf that I bottle fed on my grandpa’s farm was now receiving the award of Reserve Supreme Heifer for the county fair. I couldn't believe I had done so well. I was so excited I couldn't wait to show again.
Nowadays many people in the world are sensitive to how animals are treated in the meat packing industry. The reason the sensitivity is as widespread as it is now is thanks to Sinclair's vivid imagery he uses to capture the reader's attention and sympathy. The methods the packers used to kill the animals can be described as cruel and disgusting. "There was a long line of hogs, with squeals and life-blood ebbing away together, until at last each started again, and vanished with a splash into a huge vat of boiling water"(37). The cruelty of slaughtering the animals within the book, affects the visitors who witness the killings.
There we did daily pony rides, held birthday parties and even put on horse trick shows for the public. I had also met some of my best friends there. Looking back on the experience that I gained, I am grateful for everyone that gave me advice. Now, I am able to expand on the knowledge that I received a few years ago. As you can see, volunteering at HiCaliber can be extremely beneficial to you and the animals that live there.
My best pecan fest was this year when I was in 6th grade. All my friends and I did was ride the zipper until it closed and we were the only once in the cart of the zipper. When I was in the line for the zipper with autumn this people through snap and pops at us and they hurt. When we got on the zipper and it started going they tried to throw it up at us in the zipper cart, and one actually came in our cart put it didn’t pop. When we got off the zipper they were still there and they didn’t through it at us this time because we ran away to a different ride.
Where Berent, Cael, Trevor, Xavier, and I drove up to play for the state cup. The rest of the team was with their parents but we decided to carpool to save money. We were all joking around until we figured out that we were going to play the older tempo team, Tempo Blaze. At first, we thought that this would be a sweep, that we would win the whole tournament without worrying, but know we have to play the team that has never lost this year and we have never beaten for as
Walking through the old, white, front door, numerous shoulder mounts of trophy animals line the walls along with an occasional fish mount. My taste buds water as the delightful smell of freshly smoked sausage fills my nose. The “cha-ching” of the cash register is a sign business is booming. In the back of the store, the bandsaw is screaming, and the grinder is crunching. Some people are boning meat, and others are packaging it.
I was super excited to find out what I had placed in my category, or if I had even placed. So when we finally got to the HOI Fair, I dragged my family to the hobby barn to see if I placed. So I run into the hobby barn to look at my display. Sure enough there sat the light purple ribbon with the gold state seal that glimmered in the sunlight, almost as if it was smiling up at me and that oh so small blue ribbon sitting next to it. Oh, and the sign right next to it that read in bold letters Tarren Smith Reserve Grand Champion.
Despite the newspapers and previews saying we would not contend for the state title that year, I kept in my head that anything could happen. Going into the year I told our team “lets focus on what we can do to improve, and not worry about anyone else”. At the beginning, other teams were too strong for our inexperienced runners to compete with, but we didn’t change the focus. Practice after practice, I made sure we were doing everything we could to be at our best for the end of the year. I didn’t care what other teams were doing because we had no control over that.
I’m very grateful that I got to learn more about the farming trade from people who had more experience than I do. I look forward to learning more about how to raise different crops and possibly branching out to more than one field. I also am very grateful that I got to bond with some very special people so that I could prove to them that one day I could take over the family farm so that it doesn’t get sold off to a corporate farm that won’t care about the history of the land or the land in general. I learned a lot this summer thanks to some very special people in my life as well. I learned from tons of opportunity, challenges, emotions, and tons and tons of
There is an important question many people today wonder; I found that there are several people who see how showing livestock affects kids in school and in life. I chose this topic because so many people think that showing livestock is just a waste of time and money, but they have no idea what it entails. Other people don’t realize that showing livestock isn’t about the money or just having a pet. I am writing this paper because everybody should know that showing isn’t about having a pet, it’s about gaining responsibilities and learning new things that can help you later in life. Showing livestock helps children go farther in life because it teaches them more responsibility, they work harder, and they never give up on their dreams.
and I was so excited for what my future holds in lacrosse. I loved that I could share my accomplishments with my family and friends. The season had finally come to an end, and I was really delighted to of won the All-Region Women 's Lacrosse award. I also won MVP my freshman year.
This summer was my first time getting to compete in high school rodeo. The reason I like rodeo is because you meet a lot of new friends who share your interests, getting to be with my favorite animal, competing, and getting to spend time with close friends and family. My favorite event is poles and barrels are my least favorite. The poles are a fun event because I have a really fast horse name Kuzco, and he’s really good at
Every year the breed I show hosts a junior national in a different state and my family and I have traveled to every one since I started showing. For junior nationals each summer we have traveled to Missouri, Ohio, Nebraska, Kentucky, and Texas. Even though traveling to junior nationals each summer has called for many hours stuck in the back seat with my siblings and many miles on the road, I would not trade those moments for anything. I could name off so many memories and moments I have shared with my friends and family at shows and on the road to shows, but there are so many it’s hard to me to name them all off. I am so thankful to have a passion that gives me so much to remember and memories I can carry with me the rest of my
The Hunt It was a gloomy September day and the bear hunting season was about to begin. The old farm truck was loaded full with barrels of cooking grease, assorted candy, birdseed and tubes of sticky frosting. We were to hunt four hours north in a little town called Orr, Minnesota. My family had an 80 acre lot that we used strictly for hunting. My mom volunteered to sit in the stand with me and videotape the hunt.
We saw Mickey and Minnie, and Donald and Daisy. The day was filled with riding all sorts of fun rides. When it was