Well, I feel plumb cheerful today. Rest is a wonderful thing. Not that everything went well but OH WELL!
Remember when I said all the bulls went home? Well maybe not. Apparently, one got forgotton somehow; probably because he has very sneakily been hiding in the bushes.
It’s an interesting story. We couldn’t chase him out of the brush, he just kept weaving in and out and back in. The dogs couldn’t get him to leave the brush. I even tried but had to get out PDQ because he was right on my heels once and I had to crawl under a big strong branch which held him back. (I’m a little crazy when I get that mad) so we thought: “OK we’ll catch him in the brush and drag him out”. We got a rope on him, my 60′ poly, in a clearer spot. (You can see it’s yellow in these pictures and tied off in the bottom right of the following photo.)
My cowboy risked his life on foot to get it tied to those bushes and went to unhook the trailer and bring the work truck so we could pull him out with it (just a little too much to ask our horses to do). I couldn’t resist taking a photo or two while I was waiting.
He was some mad, that bull, and was wiggling and waggling trying to get loose. The rope was holding good but I’m never too confident till they have 2 ropes on .
Unfortunately I quit taking pictures about then because it was getting a little exciting and I needed to help. My cowboy drove the truck up, stepped out with the second rope, the bull saw him, made on huge lung, and the rope he was caught with broke. We ran for the truck and the bull ran passed us and into much denser Pickly Buffalo Berry. Whew! and OH WELL! (Did I ever say it’s never boring here.)
We hooked the trailer back up and went on our merry way leaving that bull for better day. (Cute eh? He’ll be mad when he sees his butt here, he-he) 🙂