Northern Rancher
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Neighbor phoned I had some yearlings out-the rain washed out my fence across the creek-so I slogged out there with my good lady wife. three quarters of a mile of flooded mucky field to get to them. I thought we were looking the good one of the old cows I stuck with them was in the ten-one really flighty Brangus steer but I thought that he'd follow her. We 'Bud Williams'ed them over to the gate and that rotten old ..... would not go through. High head broke on us so another 3/4 mile plod and we got them back standing 30 feet from a 30 foot wide gate into as good a grass as I've ever had. Our mexican standoff lasted about an hour but I gradually got them about ten feet closer-basically had ten head with no flightzone and one powderkeg. this is when Stanley helped out-my old so called lead cow finally looked at the gate and I whipped my Stanley hammer at her butt-we gained another ten feet. Retrieved my hammer and set things up for about twenty minutes till wildthing was looking into the bunch and Dopey was looking at the gate-one more strategic throw and they moved close enough that the other calves just grazed through. Put about three miles on my old carcass before it was all said and done so a bit tired. It's a four mile ride over there-we can't cross the muskkeg on horseback but I think I might capture a pony if it happens again.