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[Denny]

While feeding this morning something kept going through my head;a modern day C. Russell type picture.Would it be someone crawling under a pickup witha sheep crook to snare a calf while a snotty-nosed old black devil waited for a chance to stomp your a**or would it be someone impaled on the end of a like device that had stuck in the ground while while trying to catch a calf over the handlebars of a 4wheeler?Endless posibilities!
Thought also I would love to have Denny with me so he could enjoy a realy beautiful herd of gentle Herefords.It would be a wonderful experience for you Denny and could also help with you anger management.LOL

Why would I need anger management I am oh so happy

I agree that they are good to look at but so was my ex-wife but she had red hair to...

I have many "red heads" in my family.They tend to be the easiest to get along with!
You didn't say if your ex was a "white face".

Yea she had a white face but a black heart she was mean to....

 

[katrina]

I have to tell one on me.
Last year my son and I were tagging calves and I hooked one with my sheppards hook and was ready to pull it into the gator when the hook slipped off the calf's hock and I did a double gainer right on my back on the other side of the gator. As I was gasping for air my son says hurry mom I still have him caught.
Secondly I went to the salebarn to buy some hereford heifiers bred back hereford thinking I could buy them cheap.WRONG!!!!!! They brought as much as the top dollar angus hiefiers........

 

[Silver]

My neighbour has spent the last year recovering from damage done to him by one of these sweet-heart herfords. You can't tell me they're all pussycats. Broken bones can be dealt out by all breeds.
Myself and another cowboy calved out 1600 head of mostly Angus and Brangus cattle for an outfit down the road, survived just fine. Although there were several exciting times.
I guess my point is that like some of you have said; there is bad in every breed. We have mostly Blonde d'Aquataine cross cattle here. Most are good, those that aren't go down the road. I don't think they're any different than anyone elses.

 

[Soapweed]

We have an old time family friend who had a horned Hereford bull run a horn clear through his leg, and it came out the other side. The old cowboy was tough, and it stove him up a bit but sure didn't put him down for long. I still remember him on a cold December day back in 1961, shucking out of his one-piece long handled underwear to show my dad and I his battle scars. The old cold north wind was whistling out across the prairie, and he didn't stay uncovered for too long, but he gave us a good look.

My dad had cattle put out with him for the winter, and it was a Saturday when we went up to check on the condition of the cattle. We were waiting for his son and hired hand to come across a big meadow with their hay feeding outfit. It consisted of one horse and one mule pulling the feed sled. The hired hand was driving the team, and the fourteen-year-old boy was riding a nice looking paint mare. When they arrived, they cabled on about a fourth of a big haystack and pitched it out to the cows. It was an interesting day in my childhood.

 

[katrina]

I too can remember my dad feeding with horses. He had a four horse hitch of Belgiums. There is no way to discribe as a kid riding on the workhorses hanging on to the hames.. Gentle Giants.Dad tells stories of his team and the thngs those horses would do.
For christmas we got a honda 50 and I had a broken arm so couldn't run the throttle. My older sister gave me a ride. She threw me off and broke my collar bone. I was just getting around good when one sunday dad and I was in the barn and we decided we would take two of our gentlest broke saddle horse and harness them up and go for a buggy ride. We did and as we passed by the house mom came to the the door and yelled Katrina you had better not go you'll get hurt(you know moms). We just grinned and went on. We got along real good going, but coming back Dad clicked them into a fancy buggy trot and it got faster and faster and dad was pulling harder and harder on the lines and we had a full blast runaway. We were bouncing from side to side heading right for a blowout. We bearly missed the blowout the horses winded and we got things under control. We never told anyone for along time about our episode. I can still see dads face telling whatever I do do not jump out....