Luck

What's the old saying, if it weren't for bad luck I'd have no luck at all. My hay got rained on Thursday night, rained Friday night big on my hay, and it's raining again on my hay. At this rate it will never dry. On our way up to move the yearlings we rode by the barley hay field. I haven't been by it in a while. I couldn't believe it. The damn stuff was as tall as my horse. Not just stirrup high, as high as their backs. I ain't never seen anything like it.<br />n<br />nSince it rained we had to ride all the way to do our job instead of trailer out like we usually do. For this reason I didn't take the camera and I sure wish I could of. The pasture we trailed the yearlings across hasn't had cattle in it yet and the grass in the bottom of the draws was taller than they were. Stirrup high and better grass. It's been a lot of years since there's been such a thing. All my hay still standing is lodging, grass is lodging, amazingly enough the only thing that isn't is the barley. I'm sure it will with time.<br />n<br />nIt's just funny, good luck for all the moisture but bad luck because I can't get my crops up. What do you do? Shake your head in wonder I guess.<br />n<br />n<b>Opportunity often goes begging. Luck, never. Mason Cooley</b>