First Test

Leadership often looks easy from the outside. People see the title, the responsibilities, and the authority that come with being in charge. What they don’t always see is the moment when someone decides to test that authority for the first time.


When I became Nursery Manager at Baucum Nursery in North Little Rock, Arkansas, I knew that day would eventually come. I just didn’t know when.

 

Advice That Stayed With Me

Before taking the position, I once asked Tommy Williams, the District Forester in Hardy and my supervisor, how he handled employees who questioned his decisions.


His answer was surprisingly simple.

“It never occurs to me that they wouldn’t follow my directions.”

That response stayed with me throughout my career.


What Tommy meant wasn’t that employees never disagreed. His point was that a manager shouldn’t waste time worrying about problems that haven’t happened yet. Give reasonable directions, expect people to do their jobs, and if someone refuses, deal with it then—not beforehand.


It was practical advice.

Soon enough, I had the opportunity to put it into practice.

 

The Youngest Person in Charge

When I arrived at Baucum Nursery, I was the youngest employee on the staff.

That would become a familiar experience throughout much of my career until I eventually moved to Alaska.


The people working for me had years of experience producing tree seedlings. In many ways, they knew far more about nursery operations than I did. Fortunately, I learned quickly that listening to experienced people was usually the smartest decision a manager could make.


Because of that, we consistently met our production goals.

But eventually every manager faces a difficult conversation.

Mine came sooner than expected.

Preparing for Planting Season

We were preparing seed for the upcoming planting season.


The seed had already completed stratification, a process that involved soaking it in water before chilling it under a slow ice drip. Once that process was finished, the seed was spread across large tarps inside our processing room to dry.


Powerful fans circulated air across the room, but that alone wasn’t enough.

Every hour the seed had to be raked so it would dry evenly.

Unfortunately, this stage extended into the weekend.


There were too many seed lots for one person to handle alone, so four of us divided the work into two-person crews. One crew would work Saturday, and the other would work Sunday.


I assigned RJ and myself to Sunday.

The Challenge

As soon as I announced the schedule on Friday afternoon, RJ objected.


He reminded me that Arkansas Forestry Commission employees weren’t paid overtime.

He was right.


None of us liked that policy, but it wasn’t something I had the authority to change.

The other employees quietly left the office. They understood the situation. The seed couldn’t simply sit untouched all weekend without risking serious damage.


Trying to be fair, I told RJ I would compensate him with equivalent time off later.

He still refused.


“I’m not coming in.”

At that point, I probably wasn’t as diplomatic as I should have been.

I placed my right hand on my desk, pointed at him with my left I’m left-handed and said:


RJ, I have over $100,000 worth of seed lying on the floor in there. The Forestry Commission pays you about $10,000 a year. You decide which matters more to me. I’ll be here at seven o’clock Sunday morning. I expect you here at eight. If you don’t show up, don’t come back Monday because you won’t have a job.


RJ turned and walked out.

I honestly had no idea what Sunday morning would bring.

Waiting for Sunday

I spent Saturday trying not to think about it.


Peggy and I enjoyed our time with the boys, but the situation remained in the back of my mind.


Still, Tommy’s advice echoed in my thoughts.


There was no point worrying until something actually happened.


Sunday would take care of itself.

Sunday Morning

Sunday arrived.


I got dressed, ate breakfast, and headed to the nursery.


Peggy and the boys left for worship services at the Levy Church of Christ in North Little Rock.


At exactly seven o’clock, I began raking seed.


The seed was spread across large tarps, each carefully labeled with ownership, species, and genetic information. Every seed lot had to remain separate from the others, and we couldn’t step onto the seed because our weight could damage it during this stage of preparation.


The work was repetitive.

Walk around each tarp.


Pull the rake from the center outward.

Move to the next tarp.

Repeat.


It was physically demanding, monotonous work, but it had to be done.

An hour passed.

Then I heard a truck.

Right on Time

At exactly 8:00 a.m., RJ walked through the door.


Without saying a word, he picked up a rake and went to work.


For most of the day we barely spoke.


We simply worked side by side, turning seed hour after hour until the day was finished.


The evening temperatures cooled enough that I didn’t need anyone working overnight. Thankfully, the seed remained in good condition until Monday morning.

Finishing the Job

By noon on Monday, the seed had dried completely.


The next step involved coating it for planting.


We loaded batches into a small cement mixer, added liquid latex, fungicide, rodent repellent, and finally aluminum powder. As the mixer turned, each seed became evenly coated until it emerged with a bright silver finish.


The coating also made the seed incredibly slippery almost impossible to pick up by hand.


Each batch was carefully weighed, bagged, and stored until planting began a day or two later.

The work was complete.

A Lesson in Leadership

Several days later, RJ stopped by my office.


He asked whether I had truly meant what I said about giving him compensatory time off.

I told him I had.


We calculated the hours he worked that Sunday, and I credited him with one and a half hours of leave for every hour he had worked. I did the same for the employees who had worked Saturday.


From that point forward, I never had another direct challenge to my decisions at the nursery.

At least…

…none that anyone brought to me.

Looking Back

That experience taught me an important lesson about leadership.


People don’t always agree with every decision a manager makes. Sometimes difficult choices are unavoidable. But fairness matters just as much as firmness.


Looking back, my first real leadership test wasn’t about winning an argument. It was about protecting the work that needed to be done while treating people honestly once the job was finished.


That balance is something I tried to carry with me throughout the rest of my career.