Unless you’ve lived on a ranch, are a bull fighter, a bull rider, or a rodeo clown, most of you will never experience the raw
exhilaration fear that comes from having a bull blow snot at you, get a little on the hook, and discover, he’s not bluffing.
That is exactly what happened to me the afternoon of branding. All the calves had been branded. Most of the help had gone to the house to eat, which left just a few of us at the barn. One of the things we’d done that morning while we worked our cows, was sort off the bulls that had managed to escape their pasture, and get in with the cows. We don’t like to turn our bulls out until July 4- in fact, we don’t even own any bulls, because well, they’re a lot of trouble. So we lease them. Kinda like you lease a car. Seriously.
Seriously- they’re like high school boys- full of testosterone with no idea what to do with it!
And some of them don’t mind showing off how handsome they are.
Yes, #26, you’re a good-lookin’ fella!
Oh wow. I’ve really digressed. Our bulls are here early this year, and as such they’re escaping. So when we brought the cows in, we sorted off two of the escapees, and that evening, we needed to put the bulls into a pen together, one that is more escape-proof. Kelsey and I got one moved, and I stepped to the hip of another bull- #1458, who proceeded to turn to me, and run at me, and blow snot at me. Needless to say, I couldn’t get away fast enough. And then I fell down in my haste to escape the wrath of this 2000lb beast. I managed to get away with nary a scratch, but next time, I’ll be paying a little more attention to whether or not he’s a little on the hook!
Here’s the bad boy in person:
Yes, I’m talking about you, Grouchy.
Don’t look at me in that tone of voice!
It’s just another day on the ranch.
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