Welcome to the Dixie Stockyard.
Come join in on the fun. Every Friday night, rain or shine, starting at 7:00pm (excluding major holiday weekends. If in question, please call.)
"Hey! Where's Ernie?"
"I'm on the top of the world!!"
"Hold on! I'll catch him!"
"I'll be safe under here from that crazed chicken."
"No, I am NOT for sale!"
No, it does not have to moo, cluck, oink, whinney, quack or in fact make any noises at all to be auctioned.
"Hey, anyone know Ms Peep's phone number? I think I found them."
"Closer...come just a little closer...I'm working up a good spit here...just a little closer."
The parking lot is getting full. Better hurry if you don't want to park back in the stall with the cows.
Meet the owners, Phil and Novajean (I'll leave it up to you to figure out who's who.)
Getting hungry? Grab a bite to eat at the grill.
Have your dawg with mustard. Or onions. Or ketchup. Or anyway that you want it (just don't try to kiss me after all those onions.)
"Hey, anyone seen Shrek? BTW, my name is 'Donkey.' Just 'Donkey.' It does NOT have 'Jack' in it anywhere."
"Do I know 'Mr. Ed?' Yeap, he's my great-grandpappy."
Come on, these folks in the office are too bored. Come buy something and make them work for a change.
As the sun goes down, the fun is just beginning inside.
The crowd inside waits with baited breath for the auctions to start.
"Hey, wait a second. This doesn't look like Sesame Street and you don't look like Ernie. What's going on here and why is that guy asking for bids?"
A cowboy told his grandson the secret to a long life. He said, "You gotta sprinkle a little gunpowder on your oatmeal, see. If you do, you'll live to a nice ripe old age." So the cowboy did this religiously every day, and sure enough, lived to the nice ripe old age of 96. When he died he left behind 4 children, 8 grandchildren, 15 great-grandchildren ...and a 16 foot hole in the wall of the crematorium.
The auctions are fun for kids of all ages (well, except for the ones being sold, maybe.)
OK, boy, let's get ready to RUMBLE. Let this cage match begin!
"Well, Petunia, it looks like it's new home time." "Yes, Porky, better get started packing."
There's something very fowl about this part of the auction.
"You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me?"
Click on the picture to check out some video of the auction.
