Past IJBBA President Spotlight: Stacy Hayes

The Past President Spotlight is a column featured in the bi-monthly publication, the Brangus Journal. We hope you learn from these great leaders who have extensive experience and expertise in their respective fields.

Stacy Sproul Hayes
IJBBA President 2000-2001

Like many juniors who grow up in the International Junior Brangus Breeders Association (IJBBA), Stacy Sproul Hayes has extensive experience in the Brangus breed having been involved in her family’s registered Brangus operation in Isabella, Okla. Hayes was initially involved in the Oklahoma Junior Brangus Association, which led to her involvement at the national level, and she served as the IJBBA President on the Board of Directors in 2000-2001.

Sproul Brangus was a partnership between Hayes’ dad, Ron, and his brother, Wally. She traveled, hauled, showed with and competed against her brothers, Scott and Clint, and her cousins, Andy and Emily. The operation truly was a family affair, and they shared in each other’s accomplishments and big wins.

“Between five kids and one herd, I was just as excited when my cousins or brothers won as when I won,” Hayes said. “I was very fortunate that we didn’t have to go out and buy a lot of show cattle. We bred and raised them on our own operation, and that was a true blessing, I feel, for a ranch to support five kids showing very competitively where so many lessons were learned.”

In 1996, Hayes won Supreme Champion at the National Junior Brangus Show (NJBS) in Kansas City after winning her division and the Grand Champion Owned Female. The female was one that she and her family bred and raised. She also won Reserve Champion Senior Calf in the Owned Show in Lake Charles in 2000. But, the family was involved in more than just the show ring.

“I was as involved as one possibly could be,” Hayes recalled. “I was on the board for a long time, and I really enjoyed every minute of it. My first National Junior Brangus Show was in 1990 in Wichita, Kan., and I didn’t miss a national show until after my last one in 2002.”

Hayes was crowned the IBBA Queen in 1998-1999 and served on the Board of Directors in numerous capacities from 1997 to 2002. She participated in almost every contest she could including the poster contest, quiz bowl and salesmanship in which she was most competitive. Hayes said she gained so many opportunities and learned many life lessons while serving on the junior board.

“I feel like it helped me be a more outgoing person, and now I can walk into a situation and meet people,” Hayes said. “I moved from Oklahoma to Louisiana, and being involved in the IJBBA has helped me feel more comfortable being exposed to new and different situations. I even learned about the small things; the board taught me how to host meetings, travel as a group, navigate yourself around new places and how to be independent.”

Hayes obtained a degree in Elementary Education from Oklahoma State University in 2005. She now lives in Kinder, La., with her husband, Cody, and two young boys, Guy (six) and Gage (three), where she teaches fifth grade reading. The Hayes family lives on Cody’s family’s rice farm and is involved in showing pigs at the national level. Guy also has a steer he will show at Southern University in the spring after he turns seven.

“My goal was to be a positive role model for the kids I was setting an example for,” Hayes said. “Get involved and meet people both inside and outside your state because those people will remain contacts, and you just don’t know who you might need one day. Step out of your comfort zones and try new things because you never know what great experiences you might have.”

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Kodi the Cowdog- “Whew! What’s that Smell?”

Kodi the Cowdog stories are a monthly series based on a book titled, “Letters from Kodi, The Little Cowdog With The Wiggly Butt”. The book is written by Brangus producer and IBBA member Phyllis Clem, through the eyes of Kodi, a miniature Australian Shepherd.

Hi Y’all,

I was wondering if you have made out your Christmas wish list yet. 2013 is half over, so you might want to start thinking about the holidays. It will be here before you know it. Of course, the good ol’ USA just celebrated her birthday, and that’s a special day, too. My folks always go to a family fish fry that time of July. They enjoy visiting with folks they only see a few times a year, and the fish is good, too. I got to sample some fried catfish last year at my cousin, Boo’s, birthday party, and I decided it was pretty good stuff. Of course, food of any kind is always on my priority list.

It has sure been quiet around here lately except for the sound of the lawnmower and weed eater. Those things seem to be getting a workout this year. All the spring calves have been born, and the fall calves are weaned and on their own. One pasture is full of yearling bulls and another of heifers. Those young bulls sure can make a mess of things, since they tend to like to dig holes. Sometimes when I’m making a check of things, I’m head of security you know, I’ll see a bull digging for all he’s worth. That’s when I go into action and let him know he should stop or suffer the consequences, which is my nipping at his heels! Those rascals know I mean business, so the digging will cease, at least till another bull takes up where that one left off. Now the heifers don’t seem to be diggers; I wonder why that is. Sometimes, though, they get too close to the fence for my taste, and I have to ‘talk’ to them, but at least they don’t leave holes all over their pasture.

Speaking of bulls, one of the grown ones somehow managed to get out of the trap he was in the other day. And of course he made his way right to the yard, which had just been groomed. He was pawing and digging in a shrubbery bed and using a big cedar shrub for butting practice when Daddy and I drove up in the mule from our afternoon check of ‘my girls’. Daddy ran in the house and called to Mama so she could come out and help corral the rascal. We all went into action and got him headed toward the barn and then back into his trap. Then Mama got a rake and started smoothing out all the mulch he’d been digging up. He made a mess of one area, but it could have been much worse if he had stayed out for very long. One day last year all the yearling bulls got out, and they sure did make a mess of things since there were so many of them. Of course, this guy is pretty good size, and he managed to move quite a bit of mulch around before we got him stopped. No telling what he would have done with that cedar shrub if he would have had some more time.

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Kodi the Cowdog- “Little Miss Lucky”

Kodi the Cowdog stories are a monthly series based on a book titled, “Letters from Kodi, The Little Cowdog With The Wiggly Butt”. The book is written by Brangus producer and IBBA member Phyllis Clem, through the eyes of Kodi, a miniature Australian Shepherd.

Hi Y’all,

How are things at your place? Everything is fine here at our ranch. Busy as usual though. There never seems to be a day when there is not something that needs doing. I guess it is better to be busy rather than bored because I would probably get into some trouble if I didn’t have things to do. You know how mischievous I can be. Now that I am four years old, I had a birthday on the 20th of May, I am getting to be more mature, but every so often that little devilish voice comes into my head and I’ve just got to go and do something I’m not supposed to, like bark at Sug or the young bulls or pounce on Mr. P when he’s napping. Sometimes I get away with my devilish deed, but usually I hear “Kodi, NO” and have to go back to being a little angel. Mama says my halo is a little crooked most of the time. I wonder what she means by that. Mr. P says he laughs just thinking about me being an angel because in his eyes, my devilish side is the one he sees most of the time. In my defense though, it would be kind of boring around here if I always behaved as I should.

And as I’ve said before, there’s never a dull moment if you’re in the cattle business. Only one of ‘my girls’ was left to calve this spring, so when Daddy and I were out making our afternoon check of things a few days ago, we noticed she was in the calving process. We waited around a while from a distance so as not to disturb her and a little heifer finally came into the world. But mama cow was near a creek and when the new baby tried to stand she fell over, you guessed it, right into the water. Daddy was afraid she might drown since it was about four feet deep in that spot and the calf was in over her head. Daddy got there in a hurry and jumped in to get her upright and out on the bank. Well her mama didn’t like that at all and she came in the water after him. All this time the little heifer was bawling which made her mama fighting mad and to make matters worse Daddy thought he saw a snake swim by (he doesn’t care for those critters). The bank was slippery so he had a lot of trouble pushing the baby up and out to dry land, made even harder since mama cow was snorting mad! Finally the task was completed and the baby followed her mama off to join the rest of the herd. You should have seen Daddy because he was soaked to the skin and tuckered out. I stayed put during all this fiasco because sometimes it’s better to be quiet and not make matters worse. And I didn’t want the mad mama to remember this incident the next time I’m in the vicinity of her back feet. The next day mama cow and baby were with the rest of the pairs just like nothing had ever happened. And a few days later that little heifer was just one of the “band of rowdies”. She doesn’t know how lucky she is though because things sure could have turned out differently if we hadn’t been there.

You may remember my mentioning that there have been lots of different kinds of ducks on all our ponds this past winter. One day they all seemed to disappear, but a few mornings ago I noticed one swimming around  on the small pond near the edge of some woods. And she had a whole bunch of little ones paddling  right along  behind her! My folks stopped to look as did I and I guess that bothered her because she started quacking and flapping her wings kind of like she was telling those young’uns to get moving since there’s danger close by. She didn’t need to worry about me though, but she might have thought I was a coyote. I guess ducks can’t tell the difference between us little cowdogs and a dangerous coyote and need to be careful. She got those babies to swim over to some tall grass where they were hidden from view and safe. I haven’t seen them since that morning, but I always stop and take a look.

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Kodi the Cowdog- “Down Under”

Kodi the Cowdog stories are a monthly series based on a book titled, “Letters from Kodi, The Little Cowdog With The Wiggly Butt”. The book is written by Brangus producer and IBBA member Phyllis Clem, through the eyes of Kodi, a miniature Australian Shepherd.

Hi Y’all,

We recently had some visitors from ‘down under’ as they say. They were Brangus cattle breeders from Australia and were in the US visiting ranches and came by to see some of ‘my girls’ and visit with my folks. They sure were a nice bunch and liked the idea that I’m an Aussie too, even though I was born here in the states. You know my ancestors came from that continent several hundred years ago when boat loads of sheep came to the western coast of America along with their Basque sheep herders.  Actually I can trace my ancestor line further back than that , all the way to the country of Spain where the little dogs like me were called Spanish Shepherds. I don’t know if any of my relatives back then lived large like I do now, but I bet they were good at cattle and sheep work cause I sure have that trait running through my veins. I wonder what they looked like back then and if they were as cute as me? Did they have brown eyes or were theirs blue? Did they have black, shiny hair or was theirs more the blue merle type? Those are fun questions to ponder over. Do you know much about your ancestors? If so let me know where yours originated from.

Kodi is making sure the yearling bulls didn't leave any feed

Kodi is making sure the yearling bulls didn’t leave any feed

Looks like the calendar says that it’s springtime again. Course I didn’t have to look at a calendar to know, cause the crazy red birds are back at the windows fighting their own images. Those bird brains of theirs never let up when it comes to this annual ritual. It will go on for several weeks and then one day they’ll decide to get on with their nest building  projects and we’ll have some peace and quiet around here. That is until Mama Mockingbird hatches her young in their nest in the pecan tree by the deck. Then I’ll have to go into dive bomb mode until those younguns fly away and it’s safe to go in the backyard once again. This has been going on forever and I guess it will continue, but sometimes I get just plain tired of her tryng to poke my wiggly little butt with her sharp beak every time I get near that nest. Wouldn’t that get on your nerves too ?

Another way I know it’s springtime is all the yellow stuff that’s coating everything right now. Everytime I walk across the driveway I leave a trail of footprints behind me and if I lay down on the deck for a little rest, then I leave an imprint of my body. I understand some folks are allergic to the yellow stuff and I believe it cause everywhere I go it seems as if people are sneezing, blowing, coughing, etc. Even ‘my girls’ are sneezing some; their noses are yellow from grazing and I guess they get the stuff in their nostrils. When you look at Sug’s muzzle it’s yellow too and she does a lot of snorting. Even Mr.P has been “ah-chooing” some, but for some reason it doesn’t seem to bother me.   I guess I’m a lucky pup not to be bothered by the springtime allergies. My folks haven’t been bothered much by the pollen either, but Mama sure hates that it keeps her vehicle looking dirty all the time and you know what a neat freak she is. Soon enough everything will get through blooming and we’ll get a good rain and all will be normal again, that is until the next season of things to be allergic to.

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