SASQUATCH ENNOBLED EGGSTREME ENNOBLED MAGNUM ENNOBLED GUNSMOKE ENNOBLED

TY ENNOBLED EGGSFILE ENNOBLED TOP GUN 2 ENNOBLED

VIEW MOON SMOKE'S PROGENY

You might ask how a little fat man and his beautiful wife who three years ago did not even own a goat and who two years ago were in danger of being eaten out of house and home by one hundred junk does and one sorry red Billy (read Hooked On Goats) ever came to own such a magnificent animal as MOON SMOKE (named after his sire Gunsmoke and his dam Half Moon).

"Brian King had a bad hair day!!!"

Since we have been in the goat business, Brian and Diana King and their three wonderful children (Laura, Courtney, and Adam) have not only been our mentors and advisors, they have become our very good and extra special friends.

Now Brian, Diana, and their family have been in the goat business for several years and have produced many award winning goats but on a wintry day in December of 2004, a very special buck was born at their place whose sire was that great ennobled buck GUNSMOKE and whose dam was HALF MOON, a daughter of ennobled TY and a full sister to ennobled MOONDO.            --------WOW--------

I say "WOW" because many outstanding bucks and does are mated each year and only good offspring's are produced, but every now and then something magical takes place and you get that truly remarkable animal that "dreams are made of. " MOON SMOKE was a DREAM MAKER.

Many breeders do all the right things for years and never achieve these outstanding results. Are they bad breeders?------NO------The truth of the matter is DREAM MAKER'S are hard to come by. If you look at many of the truly outstanding sires in the annals of boer goat history and go to a list of their progeny, you will quickly observe that in most instances bucks that have produced hundreds and hundreds of offspring's have produced only a very few son's and daughter's that fall into the category of OUTSTANDING.

On that very special day in December, King Boer Goats had a buck born on their place that fell into this category of OUTSTANDING. MOON SMOKE (he was a magical buck so they gave him a magical name) weighed 15 pounds when he was born. Like most people with an exceptional animal, the King's were ready to weigh and record MOON SMOKE'S weight on a weekly basis so they could keep track of his progress. The King's are like most of us "poor folk" who can't afford digital scales so they have to weigh the old fashioned way with a strap and some cotton scales. The only thing bad about this plan was that MOON SMOKE grew so fast and long and gained weight so rapidly that before he was two months old they had to completely abandon this plan. The last report we had before they abandoned this plan, Diana called laughing and moaning and groaning and complaining with her back and said "I ain't weighing him no more!!!"

Well, you probably think I am just rambling on and on when what you really want to know is about Brian King's bad hair day. We normally attribute bad hair days to women but men have them also and "Boy, was it my lucky day that I was present the day Brian King had his!!!"

The King's are not strangers to OUTSTANDING BUCKS. They have got one buck ennobled and have another one close to ennoblement. Therefore they are not strangers to the destruction that bucks can do to fences, gates, feeders, and even people. On this particular day, Brian's bucks had been bad boys.

It so happened that on the same day that Brian's bucks were being bad boys, fate put me at the King's ranch.

Almost the first words out of Brian's mouth as I stepped out of my truck was, "I'm selling every buck I've got----------I don't want one on my place".

Now, I half jokingly but with a certain amount of interest ask "Are you going to sell MOON SMOKE?" His anger had not yet subsided so he said, "I'm going to sell them all." Now, I'm smart enough to know this kind of talk will normally go on for a short period of time but that eventually reason will return and sanity will prevail. However, being the brave soul that I am, and not wanting to let an opportunity like this pass by unchallenged, I ventured to ask Brian "If you sold MOON SMOKE, how much would it take to buy him?" He looked at me in disbelief that anyone in their right mind would want to own a bad boy. With some hesitation, he shot me a price (I think his sanity was starting to return but pride would not allow him to back down).

Well as they say, "The rest is history" and that is how JAE BOER GOATS came to be the proud owner of MOON SMOKE.

 

BRIAN KING'S REVENGE

STAIRWAY TO THE MASTER BLASTER

Master Blaster is best described as a meat goat. This may be the ultimate compliment that you can give to any goat. After all the reason for our existence as goat breeders is to produce animals that are ready to go to market at weaning. As a boer breeder, I realize that we must have industry standards and I am for that one hundred percent but I also believe that breeders get caught up in their own hype when they talk about neck extension, width, top lines, beautiful heads, etc. And forget that the true test of a good goat is if it is on someone's dinner table before it reaches four months of age or can produce such animals. Master Blaster is such an animal.

Master Blaster is the buck that I referred to in my article on (Hooked On Goats) that weighed one hundred and twenty pounds at four months of age. Now I wish that I could say that he got that big running in the pasture nursing his mother, but then you could say that you caught me in a big fat lie. The truth of the matter is he got that big being bottle fed by Diana, getting the best health care possible, being fed the best feed, and receiving the best supplements available. He also lived in the house with Brian and Diana for nearly two months until finally Brian told Diana that either him or the goat was going to move outside. He later confessed to me that he thought for a while that he was going to have to learn to love the great outdoors. When I tell you this about a buck that I own half interest in you might think that I'm a crazy old man but I'm not. I'm a truthful old man and goats don't get that big that soon on pasture alone. However, with all that said, let me now say that the reason I bought half interest in Master Blaster was because of his tremendous genetic potential that he passes to his offsprings. The genetic potential that I speak of is the ability to gain weight rapidly. You can give the majority of goats in this world the same care that Master Blaster had when he was young and they will weigh 50 or 60 pounds at four months old.

My love affair with master blaster was slow developing but it gets stronger every day. My lovely bride of many years even ask me the other day why I had suddenly fallen so in love with Master Blaster. All that I can say is that "old men have the right to wake up and see the light". It just dawned on me one day that in the pursuit of good bucks that I was "overlooking an orchid while searching for a rose and the orchid that I was overlooking" was Master Blaster. This buck that I had been overlooking was a long massive meat goat with the genetic ancestry that says he is not a fluke. Master Blaster is for real.

Master Blaster was bred by our good friends, Brian and Diana King, and under their care Master Blaster was able to accumulate 30 ennoblement points before he just became too much for them to handle in the show ring and so they retired him from the show ring and made him a stud buck (he seems to enjoy the company of females much more than the lights of the show ring and now does his work most willingly).

When my blinded eyes were finally opened to the realization that Master Blaster was everything and more that it takes to make an outstanding stud buck, I was faced with a small problem (Brian and Diana King owned him, loved him, and were already aware that Master Blaster was an outstanding stud buck).

In my mind this was a minor obstacle soon to be overcome by my keen mind and shrewdness of wit. I approached Brian and Diana and gracefully let it slip that I would be willing to take Master Blaster off their hands. They gracefully let me know that Master Blaster was not for sale. I gave them a little half hearted laugh and gracefully said, "everything is for sale at some price". Now if you have read my article on how I came to own Moon Smoke, you know that it happened because Brian King had a bad hair day. Well believe me, Brian King wasn't having a bad hair day the day I wanted to buy Master Blaster. Every skill he had as a goat breeder and salesman suddenly sprang to life. Brian immediately saw through my subtlety, his nostrils started to quiver, and he got that "go for the kill look" in his eye that comes when you know you've got something someone else wants and the supply is limited to one.

I firmly believe (although I am sure that Brian would deny it) that all the pent up emotions that had been laying dormant since his bad hair day erupted and transformed this normally wonderful man into the Doctor Jekyll of the goat business.

Realizing that things were starting to get out of hand, I tried to change course and pretend that I never had any real interest in buying Master Blaster. I told Brian that he had mistook my attempt at making casual conversation as a desire to buy Master Blaster. I told Brian that if I had any interest at all it was slight at best. Brian wasn't buying it. He had me over the barrel, and he knew it, and there was no mercy in his heart.

Realizing that my casual interest approach wasn't working, I resorted to the old tried and true formular and reminded him of our friendship. He brushed my reminder of our friendship aside as though I were a stranger.

It seemed to me as if money had suddenly become his God. Brian's heart had become hard and calloused and I saw a side of him I had never seen before and a side I didn't like. Where was my good friend and buddy? All I could see standing before me was a monster making ridiculous and outlandish demands of money for a goat that he said he didn't even want to sell.

My stomach started to sink and Master Blaster wasn't looking as good to me as when Brian and I had started our conversation.

I had an inspiration!!! I would try the approach of running Master Blaster down. I tried to think of some bad things about Master Blaster. I couldn't think of any faults unless being too long, too tall, or too massive is a fault. I began to make up imaginary faults. I had finally pushed Brian too far. He said, "you wouldn't know a good goat if one was standing on you" and furthermore, if Master Blaster has so many faults, why would you want to buy him.

He had me there.

He informed me that Master Blaster had won fourth in his class at the nationals, had 30 ennoblement points, and came from a long line of ennobled goats. Before he got through telling me the merits of Master Blaster, I was beginning to think that master blaster was Eggsfile re-incarnated instead of being Eggsfile's great grandson.

Before I had ever approached Brian and Diana about buying Master Blaster, I had carefully rehearsed in my mind how our bargaining would go and how I would conclude it with the purchase of this fine animal. Brian was not following the script as I had concocted it in my mind. The hair on the back of my neck began to bristle. I told Brian I wished I had waited until he had another bad hair day before I had tried to buy master blaster. Brian informed me in words that even my simple mind could understand that his bad hair days were over and that Master Blaster was not for sale. Needless to say, this banter went on for several hours with Brian finally and reluctantly agreeing to sell me half interest in Master Blaster but only because, as he stressed over and over, our friendship.

A few days later Diana asked what the family thought about me buying part interest in Master Blaster. I confessed to her that I was a closet goat owner. She asked me what I meant. I said I hadn't got up the nerve to tell anybody because Brian had bested me so bad in our dealings. When I finally got around to telling Judy that we were the proud part owners of Master Blaster, all she asked was, "how much did you spend?". I tried to ignore the question and explain to her how that this was an opportunity that we just couldn't afford to pass up. The same question came once more from those lovely little lips, "how much did you spend?". I told Judy that it was not important how much we spent. Next question Judy asked was, "how did we suddenly spend this money when half of we wasn't even there and half of we didn't find out for two weeks that we own half interest in Master Blaster?".

Judy has temporarily taken the check book away from me and put me on probation. Meanwhile back at the king ranch, Diana has been constantly showering Brian with affection and kisses while nibbling on his ear and whispering "honey, you did good".  

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