Hard work. Big Rewards. Bigger blessings. Life on a South Dakota ranch.
First of all, people have asked where they can help those who suffered storm losses. Here is some information for you. Thanks for all who have emailed looking to help. May GOD bless you all abundantly. To those suffering, please know we are praying with you, hurting with you, and will help in any way possible. The sun will continue to rise. Please take care of yourselves and those you love.
Secondly, this will be my last post regarding the negativity and the cruel comments that are circulating surrounding the livestock lost in the snowstorm. I figure my time is much more valuable and better spent trying to educate about agriculture and what it is that we really do, rather than trying to understand the cruelty, lack of compassion, and lack of education being shown in the comments. However, I am truly perplexed by some of the comments. The negative comments posted on articles by those who don’t live our life and have no knowledge of agriculture I can understand way more than the negative comments posted by people who profess to “once being” a rancher or farmer.
I have seen comments by “I was once a rancher” passing judgement on who is a good rancher versus who is a bad rancher based on what livestock was lost. Are you kidding me? The storm didn’t chose where to hit the hardest based on whom Mother Nature deemed a bad rancher. There were comments by “I was once a rancher” stating that all of THEIR livestock “back in the day” would have been in protection of barns, trees, wind breaks etc. There was livestock killed while being protected in barns after the roofs collapsed from the weight of the snow. There are pictures after pictures of animals who blew out from protected areas and later died many miles away after going through multiple fences, draws, etc. There were comments from “I was once a rancher” stating everyone had enough notice and the cows shouldn’t still have been in the summer pastures. The storm warnings changed from day-to-day. It went from a couple of inches one day to several more inches the next, and so on.
Lastly, the craziest part of all of this is that all this time I thought there was shared sense of camaraderie among people in agriculture— whether those currently in agriculture or those “I was once-ers”. Our world surely is changing as I never dreamed that fellow ranchers would be bashing each other over bouts of bad fortune. I never dreamed that fellow ranchers would be twisting the knives a little deeper in the guts of those already hurt and suffering. Here I thought we lived in the best part of the world, lucky to live the best life, and honored to be part of a time-honored way of life where you help out your neighbor, cry with them, pray with them, hurt with them, and do everything you can to help them. Guess not. At least not all of us. Maybe I’m not praying for the right people. I will add the “I was once-ers” to my list of people to pray for.