Oh yes, I milked a cow

Posted: 18th June 2012 by Aaron Hagen in Uncategorized
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No matter how many times you’ve done things, there was always the first.

Sometimes we remember the first time.

Other times, it gets lost among the millions of experiences a person has in their life time.

Recently, I experienced a “first.”

I milked a cow.

I’ve done and experienced a lot of things in my 27 year history. But I had never milked a cow.

Sure, I love milk. And cheese. And ice cream. And dairy products in general.

I know where that comes from.

I’ve just never physically stuck my hand under a cow and made milk come out of its body.

Until recently.

I was doing a video at a dairy farm as part of our Nobles County Farm Bureau video series. The people who the subject of the video, the Christophersons, had been doing this for years.

It was all new to me.

So when DiDi asked if I wanted to try to milk a cow, I couldn’t pass up on this opportunity.

Wayne Gretzky once said something like you miss 100 percent of the shots you don’t take. Basically, don’t pass up on opportunities.

And who knows when I’ll have a chance to get up close and personal with a 1,500-pound cow.

So I came over to Lafonda and got to know her very well.

Of course, I set up my video camera and you can see my experience on film above.

It took me a couple of tugs before I got anything to come out of the cow. Lafonda didn’t seem to mind.

After a couple of stiff pulls, I got milk out of one of her teats.

Of course, I was only one-fourth of the way done. They usually get a little milk from each one to get her started.

I was able to get milk from each one, and I think I got the hang of it by the end.

My aim was pretty terrible. I squirted all over the place, including on Lafonda’s leg. I’ve heard stories about how people can become pretty accurate with where they squirt milk from a teat, but on my first try, I wasn’t going to get to fancy. I just wanted to get the job done.

And I did.

So I can honestly say I’ve milked a cow.

When I woke up that morning, I had no idea where the day would lead me.

But I didn’t figure it would lead me to the teat of a cow.

And it did.

Lafonda and I both seemed to come out of the ordeal relatively unscathed and traumatized. Of course, I don’t think I’m going to start my own milking operation any time soon.

But bit by bit I’m learning about farming.

I don’t know what’s next, but one thing I do know is this: I’ve milked a cow.

Cross that one off my bucket list.

  1. Whitney says:

    Way to go. :) Lucky you didn’t get kicked in the face the way you put your head so close, haha! I love the poop-proof booties.