Julie
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It's a true story - I wrote it for my weekly column, but I can't make that stuff up --and while I missed the turkey relocation photos, I do have a photo of the birds before they were dispatched to the other end of the ranch:
and now the story--
Cowboy lore falls to new low
Cowgirl Sass & Savvy Julie Carter
With the stealth of a Ninja fighter, the cowboy eased his way around the end of a 20-foot stock trailer, hunkering his tall frame down far enough to stay out of sight of his prey.
With deadly precision he, in the flash of time it took for a single thought, slammed the gate closed and his job was done. The last turkey hen was loaded.
There was to be a June wedding in the yard at the ranch. That same yard also happened to be home to a flock of wild turkeys, a few of which had been relocated there some years back. Now their numbers were tripled.
These big birds roosted in the cottonwoods, perched on the vehicles, decimated the flower garden and left unpleasant reminders of their recent presence.
So a turkey relocation program was "hatched" by the head cowboy.
This same man plans a major cattle working in a matter of hours but this project would take at least two weeks. With careful cunning, he began baiting the turkeys into the trailer by trailing feed down the length of it.
When the time came that he could get a few captured, which sounds easier than it was because as soon as they'd see him they'd fly out, he'd shut the gate and haul them to a grove of cottonwoods at the south end of the ranch.
This took three trips for 14 turkeys. The last trip was for a lone rebel bird who refused to be captured, inspiring a new level of a stalking-capture mode.
I missed the photo opportunity of the year - a cowboy hauling one turkey in a 20-foot gooseneck trailer.
While it truly needed to be done, the very idea of it takes the cowboy image to a new low.
On the upside, it certainly has been fodder for moments of hilarity as the tale has been told and retold.
During a recent discussion of the turkey-herding incident, it was mentioned the turkeys had returned to their first home one night last week. The return just happened to coincide with the arrival of a new grandchild whose parents also reside at the ranch.
While the incident could seem somewhat mystical and the oh's and ah's momentarily sustained the coincidence, the reality was hard and cold. It was pointed out these were notoriously dumb drown-in-a-rainstorm turkeys - not baby-delivering storks.
In looking for a, perhaps, positive use for the turkeys besides Thanksgiving dinner and turkey sandwiches, it was suggested that they be painted white. And if a process of launching them could be engineered, they then could be used at the wedding instead of white doves.
The suggestion brought a look on the bride-to-be's face that could only be interpreted to mean this wouldn't happen in her lifetime.
Another response to the jovial turkey herding story came from an Albuquerque friend of the turkey herder. He wrote:
The Gobblers Shuda Went to Town
Darn bro...
I heard u was a turkey man.
A turkey man what am!
U shuda brung dem
turkeys to 'querque
We'd a put'um in a pot
an eat'um onda spot.
Yup...them turkey's uda
stayed right here in 'querque
Okay, it's not Whitman or Emerson but it is funny all things considered.
The next story I'm waiting for is the response of the saddle horses when they are asked to get in that same trailer. Horses are funny about loading up in trailers that have hauled anything other than a horse or a cow. Try loading one after a hog hauling.
and now the story--
Cowboy lore falls to new low
Cowgirl Sass & Savvy Julie Carter
With the stealth of a Ninja fighter, the cowboy eased his way around the end of a 20-foot stock trailer, hunkering his tall frame down far enough to stay out of sight of his prey.
With deadly precision he, in the flash of time it took for a single thought, slammed the gate closed and his job was done. The last turkey hen was loaded.
There was to be a June wedding in the yard at the ranch. That same yard also happened to be home to a flock of wild turkeys, a few of which had been relocated there some years back. Now their numbers were tripled.
These big birds roosted in the cottonwoods, perched on the vehicles, decimated the flower garden and left unpleasant reminders of their recent presence.
So a turkey relocation program was "hatched" by the head cowboy.
This same man plans a major cattle working in a matter of hours but this project would take at least two weeks. With careful cunning, he began baiting the turkeys into the trailer by trailing feed down the length of it.
When the time came that he could get a few captured, which sounds easier than it was because as soon as they'd see him they'd fly out, he'd shut the gate and haul them to a grove of cottonwoods at the south end of the ranch.
This took three trips for 14 turkeys. The last trip was for a lone rebel bird who refused to be captured, inspiring a new level of a stalking-capture mode.
I missed the photo opportunity of the year - a cowboy hauling one turkey in a 20-foot gooseneck trailer.
While it truly needed to be done, the very idea of it takes the cowboy image to a new low.
On the upside, it certainly has been fodder for moments of hilarity as the tale has been told and retold.
During a recent discussion of the turkey-herding incident, it was mentioned the turkeys had returned to their first home one night last week. The return just happened to coincide with the arrival of a new grandchild whose parents also reside at the ranch.
While the incident could seem somewhat mystical and the oh's and ah's momentarily sustained the coincidence, the reality was hard and cold. It was pointed out these were notoriously dumb drown-in-a-rainstorm turkeys - not baby-delivering storks.
In looking for a, perhaps, positive use for the turkeys besides Thanksgiving dinner and turkey sandwiches, it was suggested that they be painted white. And if a process of launching them could be engineered, they then could be used at the wedding instead of white doves.
The suggestion brought a look on the bride-to-be's face that could only be interpreted to mean this wouldn't happen in her lifetime.
Another response to the jovial turkey herding story came from an Albuquerque friend of the turkey herder. He wrote:
The Gobblers Shuda Went to Town
Darn bro...
I heard u was a turkey man.
A turkey man what am!
U shuda brung dem
turkeys to 'querque
We'd a put'um in a pot
an eat'um onda spot.
Yup...them turkey's uda
stayed right here in 'querque
Okay, it's not Whitman or Emerson but it is funny all things considered.
The next story I'm waiting for is the response of the saddle horses when they are asked to get in that same trailer. Horses are funny about loading up in trailers that have hauled anything other than a horse or a cow. Try loading one after a hog hauling.
:lol: :lol: