I went to my first veterinary conference in 1979. It was the Western Veterinary Conference in Las Vegas, where I was looking forward to some solid continuing education, and hoped to meet other large animal veterinarians as friends and colleagues. I walked into my first session, on bovine lameness, and the room was packed with guys, many with cowboy hats and big belt buckles. I didn’t see another women in the room. After the session I headed for the long coffee line, also all men. As the line slowly wound toward the coffee urns, I turned to the fellow behind me. “Where are you from?” I asked, hand out for a shake. He backed away from me, eyes wide, hands at his side and said “I’m married.” I was stupefied. What on earth did he think I was doing there? The rest of the conference was almost as bad.At leaset I learned a few things about bovine lameness.