I suppose it may be time to introduce myself....I am Sy, and I'm a Cattle Rancher.
Over a decade ago I got back wounded pretty bad from fighting someone elses War, and walked back on a 400 acre property that I'd bought as a younger man. I picked up an axe and saw, and figured I'd build myself a home, because I was tired of getting shot at.
This country I'm in, rises from 3200 feet ,into my open range to 5500 feet. My grazeland has never been sprayed or plowed, and raises some of the best grass fed beef on the planet. The wild grasses grown in the high country is alkilie resistant, meaning the grass will have a higher content of natural salt.
So the pine grass, bunch grass, and alfalfa has a way of growing better tasteing red meat than a commercial feed lot.
All the ranches around here use some Government Range Lease, meaning we must mark, or brand our cattle and horses ,to prove ownership. There is always conflict over range, water, or cattle.
I live a life of black and white..No phones, no mail delivery, no street lights, no cabs or buses, and not many fences or women....Hell it's a 200 kilometer trip to get groceries.
I have a corner of land on my very large acerage thats about 100 acres, that is fed by underground springs, and irrigates the sweet grass underground.
I'll push the 50 cows onto it with my horses, and they usually stay there for the summer...I then select a few dozen cows and ship them to Cherry Creek slaughter house and sell the beef ,cut and wrapped to private clients, and high end restaraunts down in Vancouver.This is the product you might see in the Granville Street restaurants, or selling in Granville Island farmers market as "GrassFed"
I live a peaceful simple life ...and I'd like more of you Vancouver people to eat beef....I mean shit, I'm just trying to make a living, so I can afford to buy some store bought bacon.
Over a decade ago I got back wounded pretty bad from fighting someone elses War, and walked back on a 400 acre property that I'd bought as a younger man. I picked up an axe and saw, and figured I'd build myself a home, because I was tired of getting shot at.
This country I'm in, rises from 3200 feet ,into my open range to 5500 feet. My grazeland has never been sprayed or plowed, and raises some of the best grass fed beef on the planet. The wild grasses grown in the high country is alkilie resistant, meaning the grass will have a higher content of natural salt.
So the pine grass, bunch grass, and alfalfa has a way of growing better tasteing red meat than a commercial feed lot.
All the ranches around here use some Government Range Lease, meaning we must mark, or brand our cattle and horses ,to prove ownership. There is always conflict over range, water, or cattle.
I live a life of black and white..No phones, no mail delivery, no street lights, no cabs or buses, and not many fences or women....Hell it's a 200 kilometer trip to get groceries.
I have a corner of land on my very large acerage thats about 100 acres, that is fed by underground springs, and irrigates the sweet grass underground.
I'll push the 50 cows onto it with my horses, and they usually stay there for the summer...I then select a few dozen cows and ship them to Cherry Creek slaughter house and sell the beef ,cut and wrapped to private clients, and high end restaraunts down in Vancouver.This is the product you might see in the Granville Street restaurants, or selling in Granville Island farmers market as "GrassFed"
I live a peaceful simple life ...and I'd like more of you Vancouver people to eat beef....I mean shit, I'm just trying to make a living, so I can afford to buy some store bought bacon.
