Innholdsfortegnelse for August/September 2022 i Farm and Ranch Living

TOWN SPROUTS ABOUT 3 MILES DOWN THE ROAD from the Gerald L. Ignace Indian Health Center, on an acre of Ho-Chunk, Potawatomi and Menominee land in Wisconsin, sits the Native Wellness Garden—the clinic’s answer to food insecurity in Milwaukee’s urban indigenous community. “We can educate our patients all day long about what they need to eat and what kind of activities they should be doing, but if their environment isn’t conducive to that, it’s not going to happen,” says Lisa Albright, the garden’s community outreach coordinator. Along with beds for veggies and medicinal herbs, the garden is home to a fruit and nut orchard and pollinator plants. There are also traditional crops in the “three sisters garden,” where corn provides stalks to support vining beans, and nitrogen from the beans…

AURORA, MISSOURI PRODUCT Forage-based beef; replacement heifers and bulls MISSION STATEMENT “Never stop learning.” HOBBIES Hunting, fishing, land and wildlife conservation I’m Bryant Vaught, owner and operator of Lone Pine Land & Cattle in southwestern Missouri’s Ozark Mountains. I run a commercial cow/calf business with 300 mother cows, I develop replacement heifers and bulls, and I market homegrown beef from our farm to local farmers markets, stores and restaurants. Ranching has always been my dream. While I was in grade school, I accumulated a decent herd of cows by picking up single heifer calves and having bottle calves or twins given to me by my grandparents, who didn’t have time to care for them. But after graduation I opted to pursue pipeline welding, so I sold the cattle, bought a…

A DOG’S LIFE Since we brought Misty home, life has never been the same—thank God! At first our elderly dog, Hazel, wasn’t sure about Misty, but eventually she came around. Last year, Hazel became sick with cancer (a fact we discovered because Misty had begun sniffing around Hazel’s stomach)—and while Hazel lost that battle, Misty stuck by her side until the end. Since then, Misty’s skills of detection have helped identify tumors in two other dogs. When Misty turned 2, we brought home 10 baby layer chicks. To this day, she watches over them as if they’re her children. Each morning, as I put my boots on, she tries to herd me to the door. While I do chores, she sits in the passenger seat of the ATV and watches…

Lamb-ily traditions We really loved the Farm Table story, “Lamb Cake Lore,” in your April/May issue. We have the same Easter tradition. Here’s a picture of the one my sister made this year. ANNETTE HORNIK BLOOMING GROVE, TEXAS INTO THE WOODS In the April/May issue, you asked us to send in our favorite farm memories. Every summer I looked forward to joining my mother-in-law on a trek into the woods, where we would pick black raspberries and morel mushrooms. As soon as the berries were cleaned, my father-in-law would get himself a bowl of ice cream and pour the fruit all over the top. I still go picking those berries and mushrooms and I think of her, especially, when I am out in the woods. DIANA JOHNSON LIMA, OHIO LEFT…

REMEMBER WHEN My grandfather, Pappy, was a cotton farmer. From the second-story window of his farmhouse, I’d gaze across miles of flat, treeless fields. The house was in an area known as Tornado Alley, where the weather was a frequent topic of conversation. Pappy never missed a forecast, listening intently on a scratchy, hissing radio. During the summer, I watched supercell thunderstorms swell over the Texas plains almost every evening. My grandmother Maw said that “storm warning” meant go to the cellar. A “storm watch,” indicating heavy winds with rain, thunder, and lightning or hail, also meant go to the cellar. According to Maw, just about any summertime forecast for unruly weather meant go to the cellar. After all, a tornado might spin up—and Maw was terrified of tornadoes. Pappy…

MY GRANDMOTHER MARY Lundberg purchased this 1952 Minneapolis-Moline UTU brand-new the year it was made. At the time, with 43 horsepower, it was the largest tractor in the county. Most of us kids learned to drive on the Minnie—raking hay, pulling wagons and running the manure spreader. The engine on Grandma’s tractor had a wonderful, peculiar sound that only the Minnie made. Later, when tractors with power steering came along, our Minnie was relegated to use on the silo blower. But soon it wasn’t even powerful enough for that job, and it sat in the barn, waiting for something to do. Decades later, it was finally sold. In 2005, I located Grandma’s tractor and brought it back home in all its glory. It still rakes hay—with a new generation of…

GRANDVIEW, TENNESSEE EST. 2007 LIVESTOCK Longhorn and Black Angus cattle LAND 5,000 acres Hi, I’m George Lindemann, the owner of Coal Creek Farm, which is on top of Tennessee’s Cumberland Plateau escarpment at about 2,300 feet. I am also a businessman, developer, philanthropist, conservationist and father of a 19-year-old son, a 15-year-old daughter and 13-year-old twins. Since acquiring this farm, I’ve learned to appreciate the value of a great controlled burn and rare insects. I manage the farm with new technology and thinking coupled with some of the old ways. In the process, I’m developing ways to feed native grass to my Texas longhorns while encouraging its growth. The grasses have brought back native flora and fauna that declined after years of clear-cutting. In terms of preservation, I’m working to…

HUMOR For years, our barn has been home to a large family of groundhogs. We’ve launched many campaigns to dislodge them, but they endure our efforts for the sake of shelter and grain. They are happy, and the other small critters in our area must’ve caught wind. In the past, the occasional skunk came by for an egg or two, but since skunks also ate grubs and mice, they weren’t altogether unwelcome. One year, however, whole nests of eggs began disappearing. Skunk trapping is simple enough. Assuming your live trap works and you follow basic rules of camouflage, it’s usually an overnight job. I got the first skunk easily, but the next few were a challenge. Shooting them was a no-go: My husband objects to guns in principle and I…