Sounds familiar. I don’t know how many he had but they were beautiful looking.
My mother’s father raised them, along with some cotton and wheat. I’m old enough to remember that `polled’ (no horns) Herefords were a big thing. I used to watch the hands de-horn and castrate the cattle. Man, that was a mess.
One day I took a shortcut through a field owned by a big Hereford bull and he made it clear I was trespassing. It turned quickly into a “Run Forrest Run!” deal & I cleared the barb fence without about a foot to spare.
But I believe the Herefords had problems with pink-eye and their eyes generally, and sunburn. Someone else probably could explain better why they switched to Angus.
I can remember driving along those red dirt roads, just a kid, and seeing a half-dozen or more coyotes hung up on wire. I suppose that was to warn the others off. Today they’d probably gig ranchers for doing that.
And we wore onions on our belts ... I’m starting to sound like Old Man Simpson, so off to bed.