Post by jessieinmo on Apr 24, 2008 16:31:58 GMT -5
I will try to make this as short as possible but will add enough details make you laugh.
We (my wife, four kids, and I) bought a farm a little over a year ago. During my youth I was a "farm hand" and exposed to many things "country". My kids until we moved here have never been. I have a herd of black angus but this paticular day involves the neighbors Charlois.
He had asked for a hand working them as he is in his 70's and the herd numbers about 50. So my son and I as well as another gentleman he knew, we will call him "Bill", show up early one Sat. to get this done. Now Bill is an old cowboy. He has been around cows his whole life and punched cows down to Texas and all over. He is kinda the goto guy around here for cow info.
We worked all the cows, ran them through the shoots, replaced ear tags, dewormed, etc. Then came time for the calves. We had chosen to do them last because we had to band the young soon to be steers. So anyway during this entire time (several hours) we have heard every cow story from west of the mississippi and of course Bill was the star of most. My son (14 by the way) was not impressed but was having fun working with me. When we got down to the last few one of the yearling cows broke and jumped a 4 foot fence. She really did not want to go through the shoot. We "ganged" up on her and tried to "convince" her it was the right thing to do. She said no but hey, we were men and we had Bill with us so she was going whether she liked it or not.
After a few minutes of aggrivation she changed her mood to "bull mode" started pawing the ground and blowing snot. I immediately recognized the danger and got my son to sit up on the corral. She finally charged and missed my neighbor. Then charged and missed Bill. But three is the charm. Bill was bragging about how his moves were so great which was why she had just missed him when she hit him dead on in the stomach. You have to understand this is all in slow mode from this point. He flies (literally) about 15 to 20 feet and lands on his rump bouncing and skidding to a stop. Neighbor helps him up I see he is o.k and REALLY TRY not to have a serious laughing fit. Bill and neighbor walk and limp, lol, over by me and my son. My son's eyes are about as big as baseballs at this point now realizing it could have been him. He turns to me with all the seriousness only a child could have and says "WOW, NOW I KNOW WHY THEY MAKE SUCH A BIG DEAL ABOUT MAD COW DISEASE. THAT IS SERIOUS STUFF."
I lost it I fell over in a fit for about 5 minutes. Neighbor could not compose himself, son broke into giggles even though he did not know why, and finally Bill even laughed a little.
We still work on cows with Bill. He still is the goto guy around here. He might not brag so much when around us anymore but has not stopped him everywhere else. I would not share this locally but holy "mad cow disease" was it a funny day!!!
Jessie
www.redwattlehogs.com
We (my wife, four kids, and I) bought a farm a little over a year ago. During my youth I was a "farm hand" and exposed to many things "country". My kids until we moved here have never been. I have a herd of black angus but this paticular day involves the neighbors Charlois.
He had asked for a hand working them as he is in his 70's and the herd numbers about 50. So my son and I as well as another gentleman he knew, we will call him "Bill", show up early one Sat. to get this done. Now Bill is an old cowboy. He has been around cows his whole life and punched cows down to Texas and all over. He is kinda the goto guy around here for cow info.
We worked all the cows, ran them through the shoots, replaced ear tags, dewormed, etc. Then came time for the calves. We had chosen to do them last because we had to band the young soon to be steers. So anyway during this entire time (several hours) we have heard every cow story from west of the mississippi and of course Bill was the star of most. My son (14 by the way) was not impressed but was having fun working with me. When we got down to the last few one of the yearling cows broke and jumped a 4 foot fence. She really did not want to go through the shoot. We "ganged" up on her and tried to "convince" her it was the right thing to do. She said no but hey, we were men and we had Bill with us so she was going whether she liked it or not.
After a few minutes of aggrivation she changed her mood to "bull mode" started pawing the ground and blowing snot. I immediately recognized the danger and got my son to sit up on the corral. She finally charged and missed my neighbor. Then charged and missed Bill. But three is the charm. Bill was bragging about how his moves were so great which was why she had just missed him when she hit him dead on in the stomach. You have to understand this is all in slow mode from this point. He flies (literally) about 15 to 20 feet and lands on his rump bouncing and skidding to a stop. Neighbor helps him up I see he is o.k and REALLY TRY not to have a serious laughing fit. Bill and neighbor walk and limp, lol, over by me and my son. My son's eyes are about as big as baseballs at this point now realizing it could have been him. He turns to me with all the seriousness only a child could have and says "WOW, NOW I KNOW WHY THEY MAKE SUCH A BIG DEAL ABOUT MAD COW DISEASE. THAT IS SERIOUS STUFF."
I lost it I fell over in a fit for about 5 minutes. Neighbor could not compose himself, son broke into giggles even though he did not know why, and finally Bill even laughed a little.
We still work on cows with Bill. He still is the goto guy around here. He might not brag so much when around us anymore but has not stopped him everywhere else. I would not share this locally but holy "mad cow disease" was it a funny day!!!
Jessie
www.redwattlehogs.com