A beautiful young city girl marries a Colorado rancher…
The rancher spends most of the day in the pasture managing the cattle.
He asks his wife, in his absence, to direct the insemination man to the barn to impregnate one of their cows…
“You’ll know which cow I picked because I drove a nail into the two by four above her stall,” the rancher tells his wife.
And with that, the rancher heads for the pastures…
Later that morning, the artificial insemination man arrives and knocks on the front door.
“I came to inseminate the cow,” he says.
The young woman motions for him to follow her and takes him down to the barn…
As they walk along the rows of cows, she sees the nail in the two by four above the stall.
“This is the one right here,” she tells the man.
The man assumes by her city accent and fancy clothes, that she knows nothing about farming…
He asks her in a mocking tone, “Tell me, young lady, how do you know that this is the right cow to be bred?”
“That’s simple,” she says, “By the nail that’s over Its stall.”
The man continues in a condescending tone “And what, pray tell is the nail for?”
The young woman turns to walk away and says sweetly over her shoulder…
“I guess it’s to hang your pants on.”