Dad at 80 decided to semi retire and spent some time learning cutting last spring.  Of course he had a little practice with nearly 50 years of bull sales, which meant sorting night and day for heat detecting and then our nearly 2 dozen little pastures meant AI and bull bred pairs needed sorting.  But knowing all the silly rules and looking more "presentable" by actually combing out the main and tail was the biggest challenge. 
    The boys pony bucked em off this summer so unbeknownst to us mom jumped on and gave him the "WHAT FOR" so dad recruited her in the coral again to do turnback on some wild leftover angus he picked up at the local salebarn.  So we like to give mom as much credit as dad for his winnings.