Linda Galayda hauled water and flagged down truck drivers to ask about their hay. She sold calves and young cows and made her son leave their East Texas family ranch for a job in San Antonio.
About 200 miles southeast of her, Bob and Darlene Stryk heeded lessons from a dry spell 16 years ago and kept their 130-year-old farm afloat by selling higher-priced, specialty products like raw milk and cheddar cheese before the drought forced them to make their most difficult decision yet.
The drought that parched the vast Texas landscape, sucking dry ponds, lakes and reservoirs and severely damaging soil and grasslands, traumatized farmers and ranchers, who like their ancestors who survived the Dust Bowl and the dry spell of the 1950s will tell tales about the drought for generations.
The drought of 2011 cost $7.6 billion in crop losses, the most ever recorded, and forced ranchers to slaughter millions of animals, cutting Texas cattle herd to its smallest size since 1952.
Now, as they try to recover and plan for the future, Galayda and Stryk share their stories, offering a peek at life during the worst one-year drought in Texas history.
Healing with time
For months, Galayda lived in constant fear for her girls, the herd of cows that hark back to her late father. There was no grass or hay. Two springs that flowed even during a decade-long dry spell in the 1950s which serves as Texas drought barometer dried up. Wildfires raged just two miles from the rolling hills of the 7-bar-7 Ranch in Elkhart.
Even now, after the fires are out, Galaydas hand clenches when she talks about the helplessness and all-consuming fear of knowing an uncontrollable blaze could rip across the 2,500 acres she ranches, destroying generations of work.
Weve all heard stories about droughts of years past, but this one was, Galayda pauses, searching for the perfect word.
It took every ounce of business acumen much of it acquired during the 25 years she pounded the New York pavement in stillettos as a vice president at todays Macys to make it through last winter with a herd.
This time, instead of designer heels, Galayda wore Wranglers and cowboy boots when executing her carefully conceived business plan. First, before the spring of 2011, she looked over the livestock. Cows that werent pregnant, heifers or young females with the smallest deficiency and other any less-than-perfect bovine was sold.
In the spring, excessive wind sucked the last moisture from the soil. The rain stopped. Grass disappeared. And there was no hay in Texas.
I actually flagged down trucks that were carrying quality hay ... and asked them Wheres this hay coming from? Galayda said with a laugh, recalling how she stopped drivers bringing hay to her neighbors to see if she couldnt get some as well.
Trucks rolled in, sometimes in the dead of night. Galaydas husband, Gary, unloaded bales at 4 a.m. The entire family sons Christopher and Scott Crawford, and his wife, Rebekah, pitched in. The ranch spent all the cash reserves, about $140,000, to buy hay. Scott dipped into his savings. Christopher got a job in San Antonio.
The family got rid of more animals, losing money as calves were sold early and at lower-than-normal weight. Heifers normally used to restock were also sold.
By August, the heat was so intense, with weeks of 100-degree days with no rain, that Galayda and two cowboys began work at 4:30 a.m., relying on their horses to get them through the pitch black safely. They moved cows to smaller pastures, trying to decrease the distance the animals had to walk to hauled-in water. By 10:30 a.m., it was too hot to work.
The cows were grazing at night ... if they grazed at all, Galayda said.
Finally, in January, it rained. The creeks, ponds and lake refilled. The cows gave birth. The grass grew green.
Things were different, though. Some calves came later. A few got sick. The vet blamed anything odd on the drought.
Everything was just not as it normally is, Galayda said. You can help her (a cow) so much, but nothing, nothing takes the place of green grass.
This spring, the rain has slowed. Galaydas herd is smaller down to about 370 head from a pre-drought high of 500 but she is cautious, not yet ready to restock. The land, she believes, needs to heal. She does, too.
I dont think anybodys back in a position yet to say this is over with, she said.
A waiting game
On the Stryk Jersey Farm, in Engle, Texas, the situation also was tense.
By fall, the hay barn was empty a first in Darlene and Bob Stryks 26-year marriage. And the pond was mud, also a first since the Stryk family purchased the farm in 1882.
Every three or four days, they filled a 1,500-gallon water tank for the heifers. Each time, they prayed the well wouldnt dry up, too.
They already knew drought.
It nearly ran them out of business in 1996. Then, hay was expensive and milk was cheap. Darlene Stryk took a town job, wandering around the state with a cow in a truck, teaching children about dairy operations. Bob Stryk worked as a mechanic. Their debt was enormous. Something had to change or all would be lost.
They cut their herd from 140 dairy cows to 25 and launched Strykly Texas Cheese, covering blocks of cheddar shaped like Texas, jalapenos and cowboy boots with wax by hand to fill gift baskets. As the business grew, they gradually built their herd back up to 60 head.
A neighbors bull jumped the fence, and a small beef herd was born.
Each year, though, milk sales failed to cover the animals feed costs, and they had to transfer money from the burgeoning cheese business to make up the difference. So, in 2006, they got a state license to sell raw, or unpasteurized, non-homogenized, milk to a niche market of people often interested in organic products and buying directly from farms.
Despite the health risks associated with drinking unpasteurized milk, which can contain harmful bacteria, the Stryks were confident in their business plan. They drink their own milk and undergo rigorous state inspections to keep their license.
Within three years, the Stryks, able to earn about double by selling directly to consumers rather than wholesalers, stopped selling to large dairies. They started making their own cheese. They sold grass-fed beef.
Then, in 2010, the rain stopped again. Grass dried up, and hay prices skyrocket. It was time, again, to decide.
We had to sell all our beef cattle because it was either feed the Jerseys, who were able to produce milk daily and give us financial security, versus a beef herd, which you only sell a calf once a year, Darlene Stryk said.
A week later, it rained.
And basically, its been raining ever since, Darlene Stryk said with a touch of irony. We rolled the dice, and Mother Nature won once again.
Now, the pastures are green. The creeks are full, but the land is still fragile. Cattle prices are rising, and they too arent yet willing to invest in a beef herd that will cost more than the one they sold.
They are thankful for the steady sales of raw milk and cheese that saved them. It was, they believe, customer loyalty, the intimacy created when people buy their product directly from the farm, that kept them afloat this time.
We would not be in the dairy business if it had not been for the retail raw milk permit, Stryk said.
And so, they wait, and heal along with the land.