cowhunter
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I was fresh out of highschool. I had A job on a big ranch close to vero beach out side of a little cowtown called fellsmere. Gulf and western citris and cattle 4 cowcrews. 4 cowboys per. Remote pens no electric. Hydrolic squezes. They had full time fence crews. We only did a little patchin. Bring your saddle and riggin. I did. Man, this is goin to be nice. We worked 300 to 400 mama cows a day and there calfs and a gang of bulls. I'm talkin about gather at daylite and goin till it was done. You had to have a employee card to get in the gate. I still got mine. One day we had a bunch in the pens and they were the wildest bunch of angus cattle I ever seen. Found out they had been worked with helicopters and motorcycles before our outfit got them. One cow inpertickulare, thought she had died and come back as a deer. A mad deer to. Tryin to jump out and ketch every thing. We done and had to move the horses. Any way it was lunch and we was takin us a little see esta. That crazy thing got everything tore off the medicine table and we was scurry around tryin to save buckets of drench and drench guns and viles of blackleg vac and serenges and such. I had just opened a can of sardens and when I got back to them and got the flys off, I was wolfin them down because it was time to go back at it. We had a few more cows to work and was savein the deer for last. We was goin to load her up and put her in a nother crews pasture. Just like they did us when they found a canadate. I was walkin to the truck when the deer seen me. And my sardeen can and last sardeen and pockit knife open. She took to me like a crazy brimer bull. I flung the gate open just a little and got threw. It would shut back behind u. I just about had that sardeen in my mouth. The last one then I was goin to poor out the oil and gravy for a little jyp cowdog that had took up with me. I almost had it ate but I slamed the gate a little hard and aint knowed it but it bounced open and the next thing I knew was I heard a look out! as the deer caught me in the back. I was crawlin to get under the truck when my buddy shock his hat in her face and she took to him. Glad she was poled I thought as my mouth filled up with blood. Yea, that knife had sliced open my tounge bad enought to get it stitched. I was huntin that knife though and spittin blood while huntin. It was a yellow handled case sharp enough to cut threw the tuffest cod sack and had.the dog had found her oil and gravy and my sardeen and my knife Well, my boss put some mecurrycomb on my tounge. His choice of medicine. We headed to vero to the er. They shot me with novacane and a few stitches. We head back to finish and he said they told him I was threw for to the day. I said bull **** but he said let's get some beer and ride around and gater hunt. He then called on the radio for another crew to help finish the calfs. That cold bud was sure good on that tounge. I could not talk plain for the numin. We finely got back when they was done to unsaddle our horses and let them gather around and raze me some. My boss said; I'll let him tell it. Me not talkin so good. I had to stick it out for them and we all had a good laugh. That beer was workin and it friday, we was ready to go to town. I was cortin this perty little galthat had a rich daddy. She always had me a new shirt or some ranglers on friday and I was sure she was goin to sooth me when she seen that tounge. That numin juice was wore off and it was throbin. I got all cleaned up and found her and her friends right where she said she'd be.at a fancy sandwitch shop on the beach.she seen me and jumped to hug her 6 ft, rawboned, dark as a indian and sure perty, cowboy. not tryin to be ugly but that tounge wernt all that was throbin. Guess what I got u as she pulled a new belt out of a bag that had my name stamped on it. I showed her that tounge and she tiered up and acted like if she had a pistol, she'd a kilt her self. She said I might as well leave, I was absulutely worthless to her now! Oh well! As I threw my new belt over my shoulder and headed for the honkey tonk the hootin awl