I just bought some hay, for many thousands of dollars, from a fellow I’ve never met, in a different state, to be hauled by another fellow I’ve never met, who’ll deliver it tomorrow, and take my check, on a bank he’s never heard of, to take care of a bunch of cows that neither of them will ever see again. And that’s a handshake deal in the West.
It’s all my fault. I’d been working a consulting job out of town all winter, and left the ranch to my hired man.
He done just as I taught him to do: give those cows all the hay they will eat.
But somewhere along the line I had miscalculated.
Rather, my spreadsheet had miscalculated.
Actually, my spreadsheet had calculated correctly – from data I had entered incorrectly. We were now critically low on hay.
On my say-so, my regular suppliers had sold all their hay to other customers. They had none left for me.
I cast a wider net. Hay was sold out all over Montana.
On a tip from a neighbor in a similar situation, I tried CraigsList Eastern Idaho – and connected with a fellow in Rexburg, Idaho. He’d lined up a trucker - and tomorrow we’ll have enough hay to feed our cows until green grass.
I lead a charmed life!