Soapweed
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Yesterday, I pulled into a bunch of 180 pairs with the feed pickup. The cows all flocked around the outfit, eagerly awaiting their dinner being served. When I set the pickup in motion, the spout was down on the cake feeder, and cake started to pour out. The pickup had gone just a few feet when it seemed like the right front wheel hit a slight obstruction. I thought maybe a calf had been run over, so stopped and got out to check. The "bump" was just a big cowchip and uneven ground. While I was progressing back to the driver's side door, many cows were vying for position to snarf up the meager portion of cake that had been fed before I had stopped. A wave of black bovinity hit me hard and knocked my feet out from under me. Next thing I knew, I was on the ground looking up at the legs and the bottom side of cows' bellies. Fortunately I was able to get back in a standing position before being trampled. I crawled back into the pickup seat and finished feeding, considering that I had been rescued by a guardian angel. After reporting the incident to the Kosmo Kid, he stated that had I been trampled to death, it would probably have always been a mystery as to why it had occurred. It's hard to be too careful. :shock: :roll: :wink: