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I remember: The Farm Auction of 1941

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By Doris Schroeder

The fact that hubby and I are going to do an auction at the Christian Women’s Luncheon on Wednesday, October 22, brought up some real memories of the past. Of course this auction is for a really good cause, as it is mainly for the Stonecroft Ministries as well as our own Christian Women’s group in Hutch. They do a wonderful job on both counts.

I have always enjoyed this form of selling called an “auction.” My first memory of one happened when I was 8 years old.

We had lived on the farm for one year, after moving from Hutch. My Dad’s cousin Ike and his wife had come to Kansas from McFarland, California and talked him into moving us to the golden state. In order to do that, we had a huge farm auction on our farm located on a hill on Sunrise Road, between Medora and Buhler.

Weeks before my Dad and I painted our old farm equipment. Red paint for the Chalmers machines and green for the John Deere. He had them all out on the big farm yard, along with all our garden tools.

Inside, he told me to get out all my toys I had received through the years…the wicker doll buggy and Shirley Temple doll, I had received four and a half years before, the Christmas after my sister Luella had been killed. Each piece had a special memory but I was young and it didn’t bother me too much.

The furniture was probably not too modern or fancy, but it had sufficed, was put out in the front yard.

The day of the auction dawned bright and clear. Some ladies from a church came and set up a counter in the front of the garage. They unloaded some baked goods and even some bottles of soda pop they would sell.

The auctioneer arrived, his hat set jauntily on his head. Dad showed him some of the stuff we had to sell. It sounded like his name was Curt.

Soon we could see the cars coming up the driveway to our farm on the hill. The Model A’s and T’s parked on the field in front of our house and the people came to look at all our “Stuff.”

Then the highlight began. The auctioneer called all the people to come to the farm machinery and he started his chant.  One by one, the farm machinery was sold to the highest bidder. When they got to the old knife sharpener that worked as a wheel that you pump with your feet, Curt couldn’t get someone to start the bidding. “I have a brother,” he related, “who would give a thousand dollars to see this!” I gasped to myself, thinking it really must be the deal of the day. Later, when I asked my Dad, he said that Curt’s brother, who lived by Medora,  was blind, so, of course, he would give a thousand dollars to see anything.

Sometimes the auctioneer told them “You can believe this!” I wondered if he meant that was the only thing I could believe. Nevertheless, it was fun to see him in action, and I was enjoying myself. That is, until I saw my favorite toys being sold. When my doll was handed to the buyer, I silently walked to the corner of the house.

That doll had a lot of memories. I could still remember my sister Luella asking Mom if there would be Shirley Temple dolls in heaven and I wondered if she had had one too.

But then I remembered my parents telling me I could buy something in California with the money we had sold my old toys for, and I felt comforted. “After all,” I reasoned “California is a land of opportunity!”

During the auction my mom did give me a nickel for a bottle of orange pop which I bought from the ladies in the garage. I thought I was living “in luxury” as I sat back with our two dogs Shep and Spot, dreaming of the state of “milk and honey” which would soon be ours. My young mind did not realize what all we would be leaving.

Finally the auction was over. Farmers got out their old cars and tractors they had brought and hitched old farm machinery to its bumpers. Some corralled the cows and heifers into trailers and jolted down the rutty driveway. My old toys soon disappeared from sight and everything looked bare. Curt, the auctioneer left and my Dad had a tired grin on his face.

The auction was over and we would soon move to California. “What would it be like and would God be there, too?” I wondered.

“I love auctions,” I thought to myself. “they are fun!”

Doris appreciates your comments and can be reached at [email protected]

Commitment to community, taste buds

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Mike with Chef Bob Pummel, checking a detail on orders for CAB ribeyes in The Lumber Yard kitchen.
Mike with Chef Bob Pummel, checking a detail on orders for CAB ribeyes in The Lumber Yard kitchen.

By Kaitlin Morgan

Splinters on the floor, wine in the nail bins and the best Angus steaks in Kansas, that’s The Lumber Yard in

Zenda, Kan., transformed into a restaurant 21 years ago.

In March 2010, when the retired owners had leased it out but business was drying up to only two nights a

week, they approached local Angus rancher Mike Molitor, known for his experience in business and banking. He had

to think about that one.

Molitor spent most of his life raising quality Angus cattle with the consumer in mind, but that didn’t mean he

could take over a restaurant… or did it?

A big deciding factor was that professional chef Bob Pummel would stay on, welcoming the new owner and

proposed upgrades.

From the day he opened the doors on May 18, 2010, Molitor knew he wanted to serve Certified Angus Beef

® (CAB®) brand ribeyes. So that evening they did: a 16-oz. special called Doc’s Ribeye, from his father’s nickname.

They sold out opening night, thawed all they had in the freezer to prepare for the second night, and “haven’t looked

back since.”

“We reopened for lunch, because there’s no other restaurant for 20 miles, and a town needs something like

this to keep it going,” Molitor says.

Licensing with the brand in 2011, he found it all eye-opening, especially the labor force required to do it right

as popularity grew. He has a staff of 30 employees and it will take 18 of them to work one of their 300- customer

Saturday nights. “You need as many people in the kitchen area as out front,” he says.

Pummel no longer has to worry about the steaks he sends out.

“When I’m cutting it I can see the consistent quality in the marbling,” the chef says. “With other product,

you’re holding your breath when that steak goes out, worried about what the customer is going to think. It [CAB]

gives you peace of mind.”

To further ensure consistency, Pummel cuts them all by hand, personally, so that trim and thickness is

uniform. He doesn’t get out of the kitchen much but when he’s cutting up to 200 steaks per week, he can tell sales

are up.

“Our motto has been ‘quality food with quality service’ and that’s the way we run it,” says Molitor. Doc’s

Ribeye is still the top seller in the 2013 total of 5,580 pounds (lb.) of CAB product served.

“This is the only place I go for a good steak,” says Aaron Smith, Attica, Kan., also a bull customer of Molitor

Angus Ranch. “With any other restaurants from here to Wichita, you can fix better at home.”

Fellow cattleman and customer Doug Liebl, Nashville, Kan., says he dines there every other week or so.

“You need reservations on a Saturday and some Fridays,” he says, “and the thing that surprises me is 80% of the

people in there I don’t know.”

Molitor says it’s not uncommon to have folks drive 100 miles just to enjoy a good steak at his restaurant that

serves 800 guests per week, not bad for a town of 90 folks.

With beef prices at an all-time high, The Lumber Yard stays competitive because of volume, Molitor says.

That famous ribeye is on the menu at $23, but Pummel says it would cost at least $30 in big cities.

Dream in motion

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Kansas seedstock ranch makes its mark through hard work, quiet leadership

Story and photos by Steve Suther

A pioneer spirit still guides Molitor AnMolitor ranchgus Ranch, near Zenda, in south-central Kansas. In the historical

sense, that would be Michael Molitor, who at 26 left Luxembourg to work on an Iowa farm in 1891, before marrying

and moving his family to a brickyard in Illinois to save money for their start in Kansas 17 years later.

In a continuing sense, that would be his great-grandson and namesake Mike Molitor. His own sense of place

and time, family, community and responsibility derive from parents Richard and Angela, who started the Angus herd

in 1952.

They were going against a Hereford tradition when they bought 18 heifers for their stake as next-generation

partners with William Molitor, the son of immigrants, who soon came around to Angus as well.

Mike was born the next year, not knowing of course that he would join six younger sisters in ownership of

this pioneering Angus herd. In September 2014, the family was recognized by the Certified Angus Beef ® (CAB®) brand

as winner of the Seedstock Commitment to Excellence Award for bringing those dreams to life for everyone from

ranchers to consumers.

Starting with 4H, the boy and his sisters began raising the profile of Molitor Angus and the family’s flock of

sheep that grew to 500 head before its dispersal when the kids were grown.

Keen to understand the financial side, Molitor earned college degrees in mathematics and business

management and helped plan a future for the herd in the 1970s boom.

Responding to the needs of busy ranchers, they built on calving ease and rapid growth. “We always wanted it

all,” Molitor says, “and we stayed that course to where today we have cattle in the top 20% on most traits.”

They won shows, weighed calves and competed in the Kansas Bull Test, sometimes winning the Angus

category, even as Richard and Mike learned artificial insemination (AI) and created a few Continental-cross club

calves. Shows were the main avenue for promoting their Angus seedstock in 1978 when the son saw an off-farm

opportunity with Farm Credit Services in Pueblo, Colo. He was 26.

“Mike woke up one morning and said he was leaving,” Richard recalls. “That was a bad day.”

Maybe, but there was no let-up in his commitment to farm or family, and he learned much. The farm

economy was headed for a crisis and Molitor saw those signs as an appraiser and vice president at Farm Credit in

1980 when he learned that his grandfather was sick. He decided to come back to help guide the growing Angus

operation.

William died just before the family’s first production sale in 1980, but the next two generations moved

forward. All of them had decided the year before to try embryo transfer and were among the first to do so on three

cows that excelled in producing maternal, show and bull-test winners.

Shows were still the way to prove quality as the Molitors routinely won Kansas Angus Futurity Pen-of-3

female awards into the early ’90s as their reputation for elite maternal genetics grew. And a photo of their carload of

yearling bulls at the 1993 National Western Stock Show still found a spot in the 2014 bull sale catalog.

Today, Mike owns 60% of the cows, his “retired” folks another 30% and the rest of the family 10%. Many of

them come home in the spring to help with the catalog and sale.

The family dream of “always better” was always backed by action in the interest of ranch customers, and

expanded to include consumers more directly in the last 20 years. Molitor even bought a CAB steakhouse in 2010

(see sidebar).

“I see the full circle from conception on, but it’s not only about the big picture,” he says. “Whether we’re

talking about diners at the steakhouse, bull buyers or cattle, the individuals are the most important consideration.”

The Molitors don’t initiate any practice without a plan, and they don’t keep using it without a plan.

“Even though we were pioneers in embryo transfer, we were among the first to stop using it, too,” he says.

“We had identified some cows with enough proven superiority that we wanted more of their influence, but we saw

early on that continued use would narrow our genetic base.”

That’s the last thing they or their customers needed. The level of excellence kept rising, the uniformity kept

improving, but it was all the more valuable for coming from a more diverse genetic base.

Ultrasound in the early 1990s helped identify top marbling cows for the last embryo donors, but since then

the family has nurtured and built up the 300-cow herd on 4,000 acres from a broad genetic base, while introducing

new bloodlines through strategic mating of individual females to proven sires.

Molitor breeds all but the two-year-olds on observed heat, delivering just what her phenotype, pedigree and

performance calls for.

“If we were synchronizing, there’d be no looking at them or thinking about which sire,” he says. “Doing it

this way I see her and I see the calf and I decide what to breed her to.”

As for those wet twos, known industry-wide as a challenge to breed back, the Molitors don’t push them.

“I like to buy three or four new bulls a year and use the first-calf heifers as a progeny-test herd,” he explains.

“It’s my experiment, so I try to get 20 progeny out of each one. I get some bred back quicker, so the calving interval

moves up.”

All of last year’s 80 heifers cycled for AI and the 70 he calved were all unassisted. This year, of 110

replacements, all but one cycled for AI.

“This herd has the most young Pathfinder cows in the state of Kansas [typically two dozen 3- to 5-year-olds]

because of their fertility and our management,” he adds. “We give them a chance to be Pathfinders.”

They have to prove up right from the start, because by six, cows are sold to make room for ever-better

heifers.

“They’re always on the exit ramp,” Molitor says. Yet, with the sustained genetic base he gives nothing up

by moving on, and there are several ready buyers for those bred females each December. Similarly, he maintains

uniformity by selling late March or April calvers into herds that want a later season than his winter-calving herd.

“We keep most of our heifers as replacements, except for those we sell in our annual sale, where sale

selection is based on whether they have a maternal sister in the herd,” Molitor says. “Once a heifer comes into

production, I never like to delete her genetics from the herd by selling all her daughters. I want the genetic pool of

this herd to encompass the blood of every female that we have produced.”

Influence from that pool has spread with several ranches buying more than 40 bulls – thus earning a free one

from Molitor – most local, but as distant as Florida.

Keith and Aaron Smith, Attica, Kan., run 400 commercial Angus cows and have bought bulls at 35 of the

annual bull sales, 48 in all.

“We don’t AI anything, it’s all natural service, so we need a lot of bulls,” Keith says. The father-son outfit has

capitalized on the maternal traits in those bulls, selling bred heifers into 10 states for many years. Meanwhile one

buyer near Sioux Center, Iowa, paid top dollar for their steers for more than a decade, once winning a carload beef

contest with them.

A neighbor in the nearby community of Nashville, Doug Liebl bought and sold his first cattle while in high

school for 18 cents per pound, but started his cowherd in 1963 with cows from a big ranch dispersal near Valentine,

Neb.

“We never bought a cow since then,” he says, but more than 40 bulls over the years from Molitor have

shaped the closed herd.

“I buy calving-ease bulls for the heifers and growthier ones for cows, changing up the bloodlines all the time,

Liebl says. “I had 26 bulls out this summer, all but a few of them from Mike. I like his bulls; he works hard at it, and

it shows.”

Liebl fed 300 calves last year with heifers gaining 3.98 pounds per day and steers 4.2 at Pratt (Kan.) Feeders.

Conversion was 5.5 or better and CAB acceptance from 35% to 40% when harvested on the U.S. Premium Beef

(USPB) grid.

“Our calves have always done well on feed,” he says.

Molitor was a charter USPB member. He and cousin Greg Molitor bought 700 shares and formed a limited

liability company to feed cattle for bull customers, including the Smiths and Liebl’s son-in-law, Greg Reno. In all,

they fed more than 6,500 head, returning carcass data and consulting on the next bulls to buy.

Most of those customers have “graduated” to either retain ownership on their own now or use the data to

sell calves at premium prices, Molitor says. “We still bid on many of them, but only bought three or four strings this

year.”

USPB made a “huge difference” in the industry and for the Molitors, he says.

“I got sold on the idea that you get paid more for a better product; when you organize and all work together,

you make an impact on the world. Dad thought I was crazy for buying the shares,” Molitor says. “He had been

involved with NFO (the National Farmers Organization),” and thought this was just another attempt to get

independent-minded farmers to work together.

“But it was kind of a dream, like CAB was earlier, where we had the right people at the right time to make it

work,” he says. “It almost didn’t, but we had some feedlots pick up the rest of the shares and lease them out to cow-
calf guys that way.”

Pratt Feeders was one of those USPB yards, as well as a CAB partner yard. Manager Jerry Bohn nominated

Molitor for the 2014 award mainly for the confidence he showed in his Angus genetics by feeding all those cattle.

“Mike has been very accurate in predicting how those cattle would perform both in the yard and at the

processing plant,” Bohn says. “The cattle have always been good, and Mike has always been very involved in the

marketing. He comes in and walks the pens to evaluate when they should go to the plant.”

And while the commercial customers tend toward a 40% CAB acceptance rate, Molitor’s own cull stock can

more than double that rate.

The Kansas Angus Association (KAA) Carcass Data Project results illustrate a couple of points, starting with

the Molitor influence in other registered herds. A couple of years ago, winners of the steer futurity were Wendling

Farms from Halstead, Kan., and Klausmeyer K3 Farms, Clearwater, Kan., both Molitor customers that have bought

registered cows and bulls.

Last year, Molitor entered for the first time and the similarity of results was striking. Wendling won again

with 89% CAB acceptance; Molitor was a close second with 88% CAB and Klausmeyer followed with 86% CAB.

“Our females are the foundation of many, many herds,” Molitor notes.

But it’s not just about cattle, says the steakhouse owner: “Small towns will die if they don’t have places like

this. It’s church, it’s community, it’s the whole works.”

That includes leadership, says Anne Lampe, KAA manager., who called Molitor “a true team player,

supporting this organization, the Juniors, Auxiliary and awards.” He served two terms on the Board, chairman of the

Bull Grower Project and finished his tenure as president.

“Mike exemplifies commitment and passion for the Angus breed, beef industry and way of life,” she says,

citing his “equal commitment to consumers and willingness to share knowledge and experience with fellow Angus

breeders.”

Over the years 1,152 unique ranch customers have joined in the dynamic dream that is Molitor Angus Ranch,

a dream that continues to unfold.

“It’s satisfying to be in the full circle, but I’m not settling on it. As other things come along, I will take a look

at them,” Molitor says. “We should always have those dreams, even while we take care of the present.”

Male Fraud (Best Of)

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I have always had a problem with sex. Just last week I was in the grocery store and spotted the cutest little newborn baby I ever saw. “Isn’t that a beautiful baby boy,” I remarked to no one in particular.
“I’ll have you know that is not a boy…..it is my daughter,” replied an upset shopper in the produce aisle.

“I’m very sorry,” I said embarrassed, “I didn’t know you were her father.”

“I’m not, I’m her mother,” she replied as she gathered up her  rutabagas and her kid and left in a huff. Well, how was I supposed to know? She had closely cropped hair, except on her legs, and had an earring in her ear. Isn’t that a sure sign of a male these days?

But it’s not just people I have a hard time distinguishing the gender of… it’s animals, and that is very embarrassing for an animal science graduate. I can’t tell you how many times I have looked at a pen of heifers  straight on and remarked, ” what a good looking set of steers.” I have quite frequently failed the sex test with  dogs, rabbits, horses……you name it. Most of the time these mistakes occur when I didn’t really study the anatomy of the animal in question or have the time to wait for it to go to the bathroom.

This mistaken identity crises has gotten so bad that any more I simply refer to any animal as “it” instead of he or she. But I don’t think I am the only one who has a problem with the gender gap. I’d be willing to bet that 90% of non-agricultural people think that all animals with horns are male. And I’ve even heard of a couple cases where some cowhands put a steer through the chute for the vet to pregnancy check and he called him “safe” four months. So it’s not just me.

But I will admit I am very confused when it comes to donkeys, mules and jackasses, which the following true story will illustrate. A couple years ago a friend of mine came to me with a business proposition. “Lee, ” he said, “we need to breed some mules.”

“But I thought that mules were sterile,” I recalled from my animal science education.

“You are mostly correct. As you are probably aware,” he informed me,  “a mule is a cross between a male of the ass family and a female of the horse family. The reciprocal cross is known as a Hinny. Now the result of such a cross is not fertile… except in five known cases where a horse did lower himself enough to breed a mare mule and a foal resulted. If we could get that to happen to us and we’d be rich and famous.”
I had to admit that was probably my best chance of becoming rich and famous, “But why come to me?”

“Well, it’s common knowledge that you own Gentleman and that he is a stud horse.”

“But why Gentleman?”

“Quite frankly, no one else would lend me their good stud to breed to a bunch of mules. Couldn’t get a real horse to do it now could we?”

That sounded logical to me, so I agreed to allow Gentleman to become part of this get rich quick scheme. We turned Gentleman loose into a pasture with ten of my friend’s mules. Gentleman took one look around at the mules and headed for the barn, not wanting anything to do with this pre-arranged donkey dating game. I was now very skeptical of this idea and told my friend, “Gentleman is many things but he is not a jackass.”

But I agreed it wouldn’t hurt to let Gentleman stay in his pasture eating free feed for a few days. Much to my surprise, two days later I got a call from my friend who urged me to rush right over. There in the field was Gentleman and he was clearly showing an interest in one of the mules. I was already counting my money and seeing my picture right up there with all the other great animal geneticists when my friend informed me, “I don’t know who is more stupid, you or your horse.  Gentleman has taken a liking to the only male mule in the bunch.”

Stay tuned. If this works I’ll go down as one of the greatest animal geneticists of all time.
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EZ trap

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Tina Shultz in her EZ Trap booth at this years Kansas Trappers Convention.
Tina Shultz in her EZ Trap booth at this years Kansas Trappers Convention.

Saying that Tina Schultz comes from a “trapping” family is a bit of an understatement. When she was

growing up in western Iowa, her parents, Neil and Josette Ziegman each had their own trap line every

fall, and whenever possible Tina and her two brothers split up and tagged along with them. Each days

catch was skinned in the basement and Tina and her brothers helped with that too, learning at an early

age how to properly care for harvested fur.

Iowa is raccoon country and a problem that has always plagued coon’ trappers is being able to trap

raccoons in and around farmsteads and populated areas where they flourish without also catching

all the neighborhood dogs. Sometime in the 1980’s the first dog-proof raccoon trap (DP trap) was

developed, and today there are no less than a dozen different companies making them. No matter what

their size and shape, they all employ some sort of enclosed compartment into which a raccoon must

reach to get a bait placed there, tripping a trigger in the process that results in the coon’ being held by

the foot. The science behind the dog proof trap is that the very nimble and dexterous raccoon will reach

into most anything it can get its paw into to get a snack, while dogs just will not; thus the dog proof trap

was a huge hit.

Now all trappers are tinkerers, and Tina’s dad is no exception. Despite the success of the dog proof

trap, he disliked the stakes that were provided with most brands, and he disliked the triggers that were

on all DP traps available at the time, which tripped in only one direction, by being pulled upward. He

developed a dog proof trap of his own with a better stake that had a stabilizer on it to hold it more

securely, and a trigger that worked when either pushed or pulled. Ziegman’s trap was apply named “the

Z Trap” and was a big hit.

Meanwhile, Tina was going through a rough patch. Laid off from a good job at a large packing plant,

she had returned to school and become a Med. Tech., but her marriage fail shortly thereafter, leaving

her as a single mom. Her job as a Med. Tech. made her a good living, but long and irregular hours left

her craving more time with her twins, Terynn and Brayden. Trapping was still in her blood, and through

countless hours spent with her dad marketing his Z Trap at trapping conventions around the country,

she had heard plenty of trappers say how much they liked the stake on his Z Trap, but wished it still

had a one-way trigger that tripped only when pulled upward. She saw a market for a dog proof raccoon

trap like that and also saw that having a product of her own could someday allow her to work fewer

hours at an outside job and spend more time with her twins as the three of them built and ran their

own business. Her dad promised to help get her idea off the ground as long as she showed him she

was serious and totally committed to marketing this new trap. So leaning on her dad’s already acquired

knowledge of design, manufacturing, and everything else needed to build and market a new product

to the trapping community, Tina Shultz’s “EZ Trap” dog proof raccoon trap was born. Designed by Tina,

the EZ Trap has a one way trigger that fires when pulled upward, and incorporates a stake similar to the

one used on her dad’s Z trap that’s designed to allow it to be fastened to anything like a tree stump or

cement block where a 3/8 diameter hole can be drilled.

As with all new products, new trapping products take time to catch-on, but as more trappers try and

approve of Tina’s EZ Trap, word of its value and versatility will spread. By year’s end she will have hit

at least ten trapping conventions around the country and numerous other gun shows and rendezvous.

During the short time we sat talking at her booth at the Kansas Trappers Convention, she sold a couple

dozen EZ Traps to customers who had stopped by earlier and were returning to purchase.

For now Tina still works as a Med Tech. in Carrol, Iowa and runs her EZ Trap business, but she still

finds time to take her kids trapping with their grandpa three or four times a week. I love stories about

women and girls in the outdoors, but female trappers are rare; especially those who design their own

traps. Check out Tina’s website at www.eztraps.com and continue to Explore Kansas Outdoors!

Steve can be contacted by email at [email protected]