Please note here, the story doesn’t match the pictures. The story is about how I did it wrong, the pictures are when I was doing it right (mostly after I learned the hard way)
It happens every winter. I spend most days just missing working cattle. Today I was thinking of one of my heroes, Caesar Milan, the dog whisperer. Love that guy. I read a book he wrote and he said that his grandfather (I think it was) told him, “Never go against Mother Nature.”
Let me tell you how that lesson got drilled into me, literally. We were moving cows to the next pasture. We always try to rotate out the same gate so the cows know where they are going. The cows like it that way. Me not so much. I get frustrated sometimes when I ride past a perfectly good, usually much closer, gate to keep the same gate rule.
Well one day, I decided the cows should go through the gate that was right handy instead of the right gate. I herded the cows up there and hurried off my horse to open the gate but the cows went right by, heading to the right gate. I got back on my horse and got in front of them to turn them back to the gate that was right there.
They weren’t having any part in my change of plans. In my running around my horse stepped in a hole and went down. It hurt; I was sure I had broken my collarbone. Luckily my horse wasn’t hurt. We both took quite a tumble.
I wasn’t so far from the truck that I couldn’t walk back to it and on the way I watched my cowboy slowly moving the cows to the right gate. Well, they were pretty much moving themselves.
It was two and half hours before it got done and we got me to the hospital in town. Plus I had to spend half that time driving the truck (with a broken wing) over bumpy roads in excruciating pain.
That’s when the real genius of that advice, “Don’t go against Mother Nature,” really sunk into my thick skull.