We finally found the perfect heifer bull a couple of years ago. He's an amazing calver, and a pretty darn good looking bull too. The plan was to not keep his daughters so we could keep him for a long time. With Limo bulls, that has the potential to be a very very long time. Nine years is the average for most of ours.
Well, anyway, last summer Tony got in with the neighbour's heifers, and was there when they hauled their cattle home. They called us when they were done, and we went to pick him up. I guess all the sorting and chasing, and then the final insult of being left without cows snapped something in his brain. When we got there, he was totally psycho. :shock: :shock: We just backed the trailer up, and let him find it. If we'd have gone in there, he'd either have chased us, or jumped the gate and we'd never see him again. When we got him home he calmed right down, and was good all winter, so we figured this was a one time thing.
Not!
Time for pasture this spring, and the so far quiet Tony found himself alone in the alley leading to the tub, with the trailer full of cows at the other end. Didn't matter. He couldn't see the cows, and he snapped again. This time, Hubby was in the alley with him, and found himself in a very dangerous situation. I was two pens over, the dogs were by the trailer, and the only way out was over a high plank fence. He started climbing as the bull took a run, and luckily got high enough that the first big head butt flipped him over the fence. He fell flat on his back on the other side, and thank heavens, the bull respected the fence. We hauled him to pasture, where he was goofy for about a week, and now he's calmed down again.
We don't care how good a heifer bull he is, life's too short to put up with this nonsense. In the fall, Tony's going for a ride. :!: