I recently spent $6,500 on this registered Black Angus bull. I put him out with the herd but he just ate grass and wouldn’t even look at a cow. I was beginning to think I had paid more for that bull than he was worth. Anyway……I had the Vet come and take a look at him. He said,, the bull…Brilliant continuation in the first comment 👇

I recently spent $6,500 on a registered Black Angus bull, excited to improve my herd’s genetics. He looked perfect—strong, healthy, and exactly what I was after. I couldn’t wait to see the impact he’d have.But once I introduced him to the cows, my excitement started to fade. Instead of showing interest, he wandered off and grazed. Day after day, he ignored the herd completely. Not once did he try to breed.

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