David and Peg Stewart, 268 Twin Lakes Drive, McMinnville TN 37110
Res 931.668.2135  •  Email  •  Cell 931.212.4592

      My friends accuse me of being a “hobby” farmer and to some degree it’s true.
I’d rather think of myself as a “gentleman” farmer who doesn’t care to get some
grease under his fingernails. I do have a passion for the 350 acre farm in Warren
County, Tennessee, that’s been in the family since 1944 and spans four
generations.  Grandpa and Dad instilled a sense of love and stewardship for that
plot of land.
      Papa, as I called Grandpa, was something of a country squire. As a
three-year-old child I started spending entire summers with him at the farm. Papa
and I were “joined at the hip” as the saying goes. Memories of being in the country
with him as a child still bring me joy.  There were cattle, horses, mules, sheep,
pastures, cornfields, tobacco plots, peach orchards, chickens and everything else
to fascinate a little boy. I rode shotgun with him in his black Ford F150 and on his
“popping” John Deere Model B. The farm is where I learned to drive and as soon
as I could drive Papa sent me all over Tennessee in a 1964 Ford truck with stock
frames transporting broodmares to be bred. Papa was a successful farmer and I
learned quite a lot – about farming and many other things - from him.      
      My father was attached to that land, too. As a teenager, Dad showed his
beloved mare “Merry Dale” at horse shows throughout the South. He’s proud to
this day that he beat some professional trainers. He had Angus cattle and signed
me up as a lifetime member of the American Angus Association. Almost every
spring he would take me to Albert Gore Sr.’s Angus auction in Carthage,
      My father, a pharmacist, made his mark in our community by purchasing an old
1880s drug store. It, too, was a magical place for a young boy. It had a soda
fountain with marble counters and walnut panel shelves. I was the janitor at ten
years old. 
      Of course, I had to be come a pharmacist, too. In the 70s, I attended the
University of Tennessee in Memphis. While in graduate school there, I helped a
friend build a barn on his farm in the nearby county. Memphis is about 300 miles
from my hometown so I had my horse “The Great Gatsby” brought to Cotton Plant,
Arkansas so I could be closer to him.
      Presently I work with my Dad and two younger sisters, also pharmacists, in the
family drug store. The pharmacy has grown to be one of the biggest in the state
and with 49 employees it’s naturally a busy and sometimes a stressful place.      
       The farm, a welcomed diversion, has been continually improved over the
years. A working farm, it is home to our Tennessee Walking Horses and our ten
broodmares keep me busy particularly during the spring. We have a herd of black
cattle and a growing herd of British Whites that I’m really proud of and frequently
talk to my friends and neighbors about. I was introduced to the breed a few years
back while watching the “Cattle Show” on rural television. By the end of the show,
my mind was made up that I had to have some! I’m not too scientific about the
breeding end of things yet but I certainly know what’s well made and well
mannered and understand the animal husbandry involved in raising healthy
      Thank you for visiting the Mountain Creek website. If you’re in the market for
well bred cattle or a Tennessee Walking Horse foal or finished show horse, give me
a call.
David Stewart