My memories of Peruvian
Profiteer by Dave Beck
passed away, and what we are left with are his memories.
They are so many it is hard to re-capture what it was that he was all about...
As a youngster he was white & blond and always running.. always chasing..
ears back and running like the wind.
What a beautiful picture..
As a show male he was consistency.. steady and methodical and always placing
either 1st or 2nd over and over again...
And as he matured he changed his appearance turning a regal gray and
And a great herd sire giving us such beautiful babies reflecting his color and
Out of all of our males which we have ever had or still do have, Profiteer
stands alone. Lil has always said that he definitely was a Thoreau llama - meaning he
definitely marched to the beat of a different drummer. He had his own way of
doing everything, carrying through to the way in which he presented himself at
each show. There was no hurrying Profiteer -- even in the show ring - he took his
own sweet time and actually Lil had to adjust her show style to Profiteer's.
it worked, as he consistently placed in the top first or second place in all
of his shows.
Profiteer's last year was one of struggling health problems, but
it took nothing away from his overall presence. During the day when all of the
other males would perform their snorting and posturing you could only expect
that Profiteer would be at the top of the gravel pile looking out over all,
snorting and making one and all aware that he was indeed the King Of The
Sadly he never became one of the "old men" of the ranch - he
became very ill and we nursed him every day for many many days..
Through it all Profiteer trusted us without question, he knew we were his
"friends" and we would always take care of him & more...
He was strong... He was a great herd sire.. and he was wonderful.
As a one month old cria, Profiteer picked us out of the
crowd in the crowded arena at the Celebrity Sale. As he entered the ring with his
Mom, he tore around the entire arena passing everyone by & screeching to a halt immediately in front
of Lil and I, staring directly into our eyes and then tearing off again to
accompany his Mom as they exited. At that moment both Lil and I knew he was for us, and the
rest is history,
We loved him and we miss him.