I met a great family from Oklahoma in the spring of 2011 that bought a fall born steer cursed with bad genetics and bad luck. The family had such a great attitude and were so forgiving about the situation that I told them I would find a way to make it up to them. This past April I had a bastard sized BOJO that was too long spined to hold over for Fort Worth and too good to give up on so I called "Dr. C" and said I think I have a Tulsa steer that you need to feed.... just come get him! I knew they would get the job done and it was a proud moment when we pulled the "freebie" out of the clipping chute. Give em hell in "T" town!!