I suppose I’ve always been a livestock man. I grew up with hogs, cattle, chickens, sheep, horses, mules, cats and dogs. Cattle and hogs were a feature on the farm where I spent my formative years. My grandfather had a small flock of sheep in the Brim hollow. Lest I forget, he also had a herd of goats. These were the old-fashioned goats – white goats that ate briars, bushes, small trees and ridded the hollow of rattlesnakes.
My father was a tobacco man and cared little for tending livestock. He found it a matter of necessity to keep critters around. It was good that cows had a way of taking care of themselves. He enjoyed growing and harvesting hay, but he found herd management more of a nuisance than a pleasure. He pretty much expected the hogs to take care of themselves as well. If my brother John had not come along and taken over the swine part of our farming operation, the results would have been meager. But, at age 13, John came to my father’s rescue.
In the 1960’s there were 4 John McCall’s residing on Route 2, Carthage, TN – John Alexander McCall, John A. McCall, Jr., John E. McCall, and John D. McCall. It became very confusing especially when my brother, John’s breeding hog business began to take off. Potential hog buyers from all over the southeast would contact telephone operators seeking John McCall’s number. To solve the problem, my brother changed his listing in the phone book to John “Pig” McCall. I can hear the telephone operator to this day saying, “I have a John “Pig” McCall.” To which the potential buyer would reply, “That’s him!” After all these years, my brother John is known as “Pigman.”
When each of my father’s sons reached the age of 13, he purchased for us a “3-in-1” package. (A 3-in-1 is a cow with a calf with another one on the way.) That’s how we got in the cattle business. I well remember the first calf I sold from my 3 -in-1. He weighed 600 lbs. and brought $25.75 per hundred or $154.50. I thought I was rich!
In the years which followed I was allowed to grow a small herd as a part of my father’s larger herd. At one time I owned 10 cows. They put me through college.
When I was 16 Mr. Bobby Woodard hired me to clerk the livestock sale at Farmer’s Commission Co. in South Carthage, TN. That was my introduction to livestock marketing. After I left that job to attend the University of Tennessee, I became a part of the meats judging and the livestock judging teams at UT. That opened up a whole new world to this country boy. In my years at UT I took judging trips to Madison, WS, Chicago, Baltimore, Starkville, MS, Kansas City, Houston and a few places I have forgotten.
That experience prepared me to judge hog and cattle shows throughout the southeast.
Throughout the many years I have pulled calves, docked lambs, worked cattle, scaped hog pens, filled feeders, set up all night with sows giving birth, driven thousands of miles to hog shows, fed mules, dehorned calves, castrated pigs, and done hundreds of things tied to livestock management. I must say I have enjoyed it all.
I guess that’s why I hold on to small herd of cows. I could give them up and it would make my life a little easier. But something would be missing. Something, I suppose, which keeps me tied to the land…and its livestock.
Some things are worth holding on to.
Copyright 2023 by Jack McCall
