It is time for us to take off our masks, to step out from behind our personas - whatever they might be: educators, activists, biologists, geologists, writers, farmers, ranchers, and bureaucrats - and admit we are lovers, engaged in an erotics of place. Loving the land. Honoring its mysteries. Acknowledging, embracing the spirit of place - there is nothing more legitimate and there is nothing more true. That is why we are here. That is why we do what we do. There is nothing intellectual about it. We love the land. It is a primal affair.
I wanted to be a cattle rancher when I was young, because it was what I knew and I loved it.
When farmers and ranchers are confronted by weather-related disasters that are beyond their control, we need to do something to help.
Polo, racing and horse shows all are doing great work to help the farmer and rancher to raise better horses.
My uncle always said that I could have been a rancher.
We need to make sure the Department of Agriculture is promoting farmers and ranchers.