Nate the Hoof Guy gives me flashbacks about growing up on a dairy farm

I watch YouTube a lot and, recently, a video by Nate the Hoof Guy was on my recommendations list. I wound up binge-watching Nate doing what my grampa's hoof guy used to do, maintaining the health of cow's feet and treating the occasional injury or infection.

I was fascinated by our hoof guy and his machines. I'd stand there practically stuck to his elbow and watch him, and he was as accommodating as he could be. I wanted to be a hoof guy clear up until I started high school. I think it would have been a great career.

Interestingly, Nate's crush is a lot like the ones used back in the late 50s/early 60s..

Here's Nate doing his thing on a bad foot. (warning; this one's a little bit gross)

 
The hooves of animals can get in a terrible condition if not looked after. I lived and worked on the farm and we had a hoof day where their hooves were checked for footrot, and anything else that could be wrong. To see an animal limping around the paddock, then have their hoof/hooves attended to, you could almost see the relief on their face afterwards.
 
The hooves of animals can get in a terrible condition if not looked after. I lived and worked on the farm and we had a hoof day where their hooves were checked for footrot, and anything else that could be wrong. To see an animal limping around the paddock, then have their hoof/hooves attended to, you could almost see the relief on their face afterwards.
Yes, I remember that. Their eyes would soften, their shoulders & hips relaxed. I swear some of them even looked back at the trimmer with thank you on their faces.

Nate the Hoof Guy is a lot like our hoof trimmer; mild mannered, worked slowly, and he loved the cows. He always said "Hello, girls!" when he got to the A Barn. A few other dairyman didn't like him because he was slow, but that's because he was methodical and caring, like Nate. Gramps liked that. And he had a veterinary assistant license and was really up to date on treatments and medications. And anyway, they didn't charge by the hour, they charged by the cow.
 
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