Even as a boy, Robert Blakemore wanted to be an auctioneer.
Farmers squint in the dim yellow light as they unload chickens and goats from pickup trucks.
On a cold Friday evening in December, a herd of camouflage hats makes its way past sparsely populated livestock stalls toward an open door and a rapid-fire voice.
Robert Blakemore’s Southern accent echoes throughout the terraced room of Triple B Livestock Auction, where nearly 50 people from their teens to their 70s gesture to bid on penned fowl resting atop a plastic barrel.
At the center of the action, Blakemore keeps track of the bids while speaking what some would consider a foreign language.