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July 2018 Profile: John Gosney

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Unconventional Farmer
By Laci Jones

When John Gosney made the transition to becoming a certified organic farmer in the mid- ‘90s, the owner of John’s Farm in Fairview, Okla., did not receive much support.

“The local people here thought I was nuts, so they laughed at me,” he recalled.

While many of the other local farmers did not approve of his methods, Gosney and his wife, Kris (Ratzlaff) Gosney, ultimately decided to become an organic farm to meet the consumer’s growing desire for organic products and perhaps increase the bottom line of his family’s 125-year-old farm.
Gosney’s ancestors homesteaded property in northwestern Oklahoma in the 1893 Oklahoma Land Rush. His grandparents experimented with different crops to learn which would grow in Oklahoma and would have the highest yield. They mostly grew wheat, but also tried growing grapes and corn.

“Grapes and corn were usually failures because it was just too dry out here,” Gosney added.

The homestead was handed down to his parents, where they grew wheat and raised cattle. Born on April 25, 1947 in Fairview, Okla., life on the farm became second nature to Gosney. Like most farm kids, he recalled hand-milking cows at 5 a.m. and helping his family fix fences and other field work.
When asked about stories of his childhood, he recalled driving the family’s four-speed pickup at six years old. He and his father, John Gosney Sr. were on a farm about eight miles from their house.

“We had an old pickup with a load of oats on it,” Gosney recalled. “My dad wanted to get both the pickup and tractor home for night.”

His father told him to drive the pickup without brakes home over one of the Gloss Mountains. As the six-year-old boy climbed in the pickup, he could barely see over the dash.

“Dad said to put the truck in first gear and cruise down the road,” Gosney said.

With his father ahead of him on the tractor, it was a miracle they made it home safely. His mother, Mary Gosney, was not happy when the father-son duo arrived home after the eight-mile journey through Gloss Mountain country.

“I think she was crying when she found out I drove the pickup,” he recalled.

While he enjoyed life on the farm driving pickups with no brakes, Gosney was also active in sports, specifically basketball and baseball.

“I went to a country school, Cheyenne Valley,” he explained.

When the school closed its doors in 1964, Gosney transferred to Fairview High School for his senior year. There, he met Kris Ratzlaff, and they were married a few years later in 1967.

After graduation, John attended Southwestern Oklahoma State University in Weatherford, Okla., pursuing a bachelor’s degree in accounting and business administration.

“[College] was just something to age you I think,” he said with a chuckle. “It was four years to mature.”

Still, the college student knew he would return to the farm, which he did when he graduated in 1969. He returned to the centennial farm, which his father was still managing.

“Most of what I learned about farming was from my mom and dad,” he added. “They used conventional farming practices back then.”

Kris’ family, the Ratzlaffs, were also farmers. Like Gosney, her great-grandfather staked his claim in the Land Run of 1893. That land has been passed from generation-to-generation. Seven generations have resided on the Ratzlaff Oklahoma Centennial Farm.

Together, Gosney and his in-laws started a custom farming business in 1969. They mostly wheat tilled for farmers in the area, he said.

“It was my father-in-law’s idea,” the Fairview, Okla., native explained. “We would contract summer field work for different farmers at a set price.”

A few years later, Gosney began farming part of his father’s land until he officially retired in the mid- ‘70s. Because Gosney took the reins of his family’s operation and rented other land, he quit the custom farming business.

He purchased his own machinery, purchased his own cattle herd and launched a custom harvest business in 1973. Similar to the custom farming business, he harvested wheat for farmers from Texas to Wyoming for a set price, which supplemented his income.

“It wasn’t unusual to have some of the old timers come to me to ask if I’d rent their land,” he explained. “It evolved from a small, couple hundred acres to several thousand. Thankfully it was a gradual growth.”

As every farmer and rancher knows, the agriculture industry is full of highs and lows, and Gosney had his fair share of both. Farmers and ranchers like Gosney were sometimes met with the wrath of Mother Nature.

“Dry weather was a challenge, that’s for sure,” he added. “It was dry, the soil was parched, and we were begging for more much like we are today.”

When their prayers were answered, it was sometimes with an excess of rain or snow.

“We had a lot of large range floods 50 to 70 years ago,” the farmer recalled. “I remember the creek banks overflowing; the fields were covered with water and the bridges on county roads washed out.”

Snow storms throughout the mid and late 20th century also proved to be a challenge for Oklahoma farmers and ranchers.

“I remember as a kid, my dad would have to take the tractor, and mom and I would follow him in a pickup,” Gosney added. “Sometimes we shoveled ourselves out to the road and shoveled more when we’d get stuck. It was amazing how much more snow we had when I was a kid. We haven’t had a good snow here in years with a foot of snow that blows 10-foot drifts.”

Read the July issue to learn more about John Gosney!

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A Better Fire Pit Season

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By Ann Asher

The first cool evenings of September make sitting outside sound good again. After months of Oklahoma heat, a fire pit, a few chairs and an evening outdoors can finally feel inviting.

Before you strike the match, take a few minutes to make sure your fire pit area is ready for fall.

Start with location. Set a fire pit on a level, noncombustible surface such as concrete, brick or patio blocks, not directly on dry grass or other vegetation. The National Fire Protection Association recommends keeping fire pits at least 10 feet from anything that can burn, including decks, siding, fences, overhanging branches and outdoor structures.

That distance matters even more after a dry summer. Even when evenings cool down, dormant grass, fallen leaves and other dry vegetation can catch a spark fast. Clear leaves, sticks and other debris from around the pit before you use it, and skip the fire on windy evenings.

Check whether your county or town has burn restrictions in place. Drought can linger well into fall, and local rules may change with fire danger. A fire that was fine one weekend may be a bad idea the next if conditions have worsened.

For wood-burning pits, use clean, dry, seasoned firewood. Don’t burn trash, treated lumber or painted wood. Never use gasoline or other flammable liquids to start or relight a fire. Commercial fire starters or ordinary kindling are much safer.

Once the fire is going, keep it manageable. A backyard fire pit doesn’t need to become a bonfire to keep you warm. Smaller fires are easier to control, throw fewer embers and are much easier to put out at the end of the evening.

Keep children and pets well away from the pit, and set chairs far enough back that no one sits directly over the heat or in the path of sparks. The NFPA recommends a three-foot child-free zone around the fire.

Look at what else is nearby before everyone settles in. Blankets, loose clothing, outdoor cushions and even the stack of firewood beside the pit can become hazards if they sit too close.

Keep a way to put out the fire within reach. A garden hose, a bucket of water or a shovel and dirt can all work, depending on your fire pit. Never leave a fire unattended, even if it seems to be dying down.

When the evening is over, make sure the fire is completely out. For a wood fire, water the coals, stir them and water them again until no heat, glow or flame remains. Let ashes cool completely, then store them in a metal container with a secure lid, away from anything that can burn.

A fire pit doesn’t need much to become one of the best parts of fall. A safe spot, a little preparation and a manageable fire are usually all it takes. Then all that’s left is finding a comfortable chair and enjoying an Oklahoma evening that is finally cool enough to stay outside.

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Canning 101

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By NTFR Staff

It seems to happen every summer. The garden suddenly produces more tomatoes, cucumbers and green beans than anyone could possibly eat, and before long someone asks, “Maybe I should learn to can?”

For many families, canning is a tradition passed down for generations. For others, it’s a new hobby that offers the satisfaction of stocking pantry shelves with homegrown food. Either way, getting started can feel overwhelming. Pressure canners, boiling water baths, jars, lids, processing times and safety recommendations are enough to make anyone wonder where to begin.

Home canning isn’t difficult once you understand the basics.

Canning preserves food in sealed jars by heating them to destroy microorganisms and create a vacuum seal. The USDA approves only two methods for home canning: boiling water bath canning and pressure canning. Which one you use depends entirely on what you’re preserving.

A boiling water bath is exactly what it sounds like. You submerge filled jars completely in boiling water and process them for a specific amount of time. Because boiling water only reaches 212 degrees Fahrenheit at sea level, this method is safe only for foods that are naturally high in acid or have enough added acid to prevent dangerous bacteria from growing.

That makes water bath canning a good fit for jams, jellies, fruit preserves, pickles, chutneys, fruit butters and many tomato products that have the proper amount of bottled lemon juice or citric acid added according to a tested recipe.

Pressure canning works differently. A sealed canner traps steam, and the temperature climbs well above the boiling point of water to about 240 degrees Fahrenheit. That higher temperature is necessary to destroy Clostridium botulinum spores, which can survive ordinary boiling and produce the toxin that causes botulism.

Because of that, you must pressure can low-acid foods such as green beans, corn, carrots, potatoes, meats, poultry, seafood and soups. A boiling water bath isn’t safe for these foods, no matter how long you boil the jars.

For most beginners, water bath canning is the easiest place to start. The equipment costs less, the process is simpler and recipes like strawberry jam or dill pickles are forgiving enough to build confidence. Many people who enjoy preserving fruit eventually buy a pressure canner once they want to put up vegetables or homemade stock.

Pressure canning doesn’t need to be intimidating, either. Modern pressure canners include multiple built-in safety features and are far different from the exploding canners in the old stories many people heard decades ago. Like any kitchen tool, they’re safe when used according to the manufacturer’s directions and with tested recipes.

Whichever method you choose, one rule never changes: always use recipes that have been scientifically tested. Family recipes may taste wonderful fresh, but they aren’t always safe for canning. Changing ingredient amounts, thickening soups with flour, adding extra vegetables or reducing vinegar can all affect the safety of the finished product. The USDA and the National Center for Home Food Preservation remain the gold standards for home canning recipes and processing recommendations.

Today’s recommendations may also differ from the ones your grandparents followed. Research has improved over the years, and food safety guidance has changed with it. Methods like open-kettle canning, oven canning and sealing jars by turning them upside down are no longer considered safe for shelf-stable foods.

If you’ve never canned before, you don’t have to preserve an entire garden your first weekend. Start with one recipe. Learn how to prepare the jars, measure headspace, remove air bubbles and process them correctly. Once you hear that satisfying “ping” as the lids seal, you’ll understand why so many people find canning rewarding.

Opening a jar of peaches in January or serving homemade salsa long after the tomatoes are gone is a special kind of reward. With a little knowledge, the right equipment and a commitment to tested recipes, anyone can preserve the harvest safely for months to come.

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The Price You Pay

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By Bryce Angell

My eyes are glued up to the shelf, a brand-new pair of Mucks. They’d be in my possession, but I lack the certain bucks.

I could go without my Pepsi for a month or maybe two. But the headache would be pounding like a freight train passin’ through.

I’ve got my Visa plastic for emergencies and such. The boots are kinda spendy. Do I really care that much?

I grab my precious cargo and I’m tingling to my roots. The clerk says, “Hundred eighty.” Must be gold in them there boots!

To purchase I can justify. It’s more than just a treat. No more sittin’ in the saddle with my cold and frozen feet.

I’ve waited days to wear them. Time to saddle up Ol’ Blue.

But my boots won’t fit the stirrups. What’s a broke cowboy to do?

The boots ain’t never goin’ back. I burned the dang receipt. My wife will never know the cost. Is that what’s called deceit?

The Co-Op might be open. I’ve seen stirrups there to buy. They close at 6:00 p.m. It’s 6:05 p.m. No use to even try.

I’ll drive out to the shoppin’ mall. They’ve got a western store. But their prices are extravagant, not for the country poor.

I’m riflin’ through the stirrups. Find a pair that fits my Mucks. I take ’em to the clerk. She says, “Two hundred twenty bucks.”

This time I cough and choke on down my Wrigley’s Spearmint chew. The clerk said, “Sure they’re spendy, but they’re made for guys like you.”

I wonder what she meant ’cuz I ain’t got the cash to spare. I swear she meant hi-rollers with their nose up in the air.

Still, I bought the brand-new stirrups with my plastic, once again.

Does it hurt to use my Visa card, every now and then?

The smuggish patrons, back in line, are giving me the stare.

They’re prob’ly thinkin’, “Poor cowboy.” I hurry out of there!

I’m addin’ up my purchases. Looks like four hundred bucks. And with the Gov’ner’s share I’m in the class of stupid clucks.

I burned the Visa card receipt, so that should take care of it from where I stand. I’m wonderin’ now if my warm feet are worth the half a grand?

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