With my first goat, I didn't even know how to drive until the day of show. I got fifth in class, and 12th auction spot, with a doe, with tipped horns! That was the first doe to place at my local livestock show.
I have also learned to NEVER listen to my ag teacher. I raised ten goats, and went to prospect shows ALL the time, so I knew what I was doing. My last goat was for Houston, he was the smallest goat I ever had, came in at about 75 pounds. We had to turn weight cards in the day before show, and we had a four pound weigh back. I wanted to put my goat in at 73, so I could possibly get into the first class. I had a list of the weight classes from the past five years, and I have a feeling 73 would be the cutoff for class 1. My ag teacher told me to put him in at 74, so I begrudgingly did. Later on when they announced the weight classes, class 1 cut off at 73. You have no idea how pissed I was at that point. When we were walking our goats around in the arena for exercise, my ag teacher knew I was upset and told me I needed to stop throwing a fit. I nearly punched him right then and there. Then, Alan Morgan, I believe, who is a renowned goat breeder, took a look at my goat the day before show, and told me I should definitely make sale, as long as I didn't drench my goat anymore. Well, the next day I was running a little late, so my teacher texted me and asked if he wanted me for him to feed my goat. I said sure, told him how much to feed him, and said NOTHING about drenching my goat. When I get there, my goat is the fattest I've ever seen him, bloated on feed and hay. My teacher lets me know he drenched my goat five times already, and wanted me to drench him a couple more times. He drenched my goat WITHOUT permission, even though he was RIGHT THERE when the guy told HIM and me not to drench my goat anymore. I drove my goat and felt his loin, it was complete mush. I was seriously about to give up at that point. But Houston is an all-slaughter show, so I showed him since he was going to go on the slaughter truck anyways. Now, Houston is the largest rodeo and livestock show in the world. There are over 1000 meat goats alone being shown in two days with more than 100 goats per class, and you only have 12 place in each class. That's ALOT of competition. The judge will pick 25 or so goats for the first sift, then narrow that down to the sale lot. With so many goats, if you have no chance of placing, your goat will be felt once on profile, and once side to side, and that's your only chance. Most goats get felt for two seconds and never looked at again. That judge stared my goat down for five minutes trying to decide I he wanted to pull him. I already knew he wasn't going to, but my heart sunk when he told the ring attendant to show the goats out. So we're lead through an aisle blocked off by workers to holding pens for the slaughter trucks, where we take their collars off and just walk away. So I let my goat go, and go sit down by his pen because I am seriously about to have an emotional breakbown and I hate crying in front of people. My teacher has the gall to rudely shove his hand in face and tell me I did a good job. I just walked off, I was hyperventilating because I was just seething from how much he screwed me over. I was still wearing my show clothes and number, so this lady working a stall asked me how my show went. She didn't even get through the whole question before I just broke down crying and ran to the bathroom. I hate his guts. I won grand champion with that goat TWICE at large prospect shows, with him being the smallest goat at the entire show. That goat would have placed, I guarantee it, if my teacher hadn't screwed it up. I seriously needed to vent about this, seeing as how no one but someone in the FFA will understand what I went through, and especially you with your experience. Sorry I wrote a book lol. I miss my Gator :(