That's Bull!

So last night I didn't get inside the house until 9pm and just ate and went to bed...sorry- I'm behind.

Wednesday:

First thing I did was run around with the four wheeler and look for the pto shaft for the baler that we dropped off the pickup the night before. Thankfully, I found it up by the shed unharmed. I got up and did the normal chores. We had a few extra calves and a left over bull and cow to feed as well, so it took a while. As soon as chores were done Dean and Ross and I loaded up the horses and went over to Chief Bears to sort out the black bull I had seen the other day and put him across the road with Burns' other cattle so that he would have at least a couple fencelines to jump instead of one.

We found him with the cows just over the hill from where the trailer was parked, but seeing him was the easy part. The next half hour or so was spent fighting this bull. I knew it was going to happen because I have fought him with the four wheeler before. We just couldn't get him away from the cows; he kept cutting back on us. So, finally, we just took a few with us and ended up with just one heifer and calf and him. We managed to get him across the pasture, but he was looking for every way out possible at all times. Somehow in the process Dean's horse got hit (or so it looked like) and he bruised his calf. ...you would have thought the world was coming to an end. ...I'll leave it there.

So, after lots of fighting and running around, we got him across the road, shut the gates, and loaded back up. Dean stayed with the four wheeler and fixed the hole he made in the fence while Ross and I headed back home to load out the bull in the corral. As it turns out, Dean's dad who is visiting for the week forgot his pills so they had to go all the way to Rapid and take all day long to do it- so Dean was gone the rest of the day. Tanner and Joe had already worked hard that morning, but they weren't done yet.

We loaded the bull up in the front and put our horses in the back. I drove him out to Techs. Of course, the cows were as far away as possible, so we had to ride out and move them towards the trailer. But, that went pretty smoothly. We let our bull out, and to our amazement the two bulls didn't even fight. Guess we'll see how that goes! After we dropped him off we headed back home and unhooked the trailer. By this time, it was dinner time. We went in and ate with Merle and then went back out. Ross went to the hayfield. Merle and I hooked the trailer back up because Ross and I forgot about the cow that needed loaded out too. As it turns out, we kept a dry cow accidentally instead of one of the calves mothers. It wasn't the end of the world because the calf is old enough to wean, but it's never good when you mix stuff up like that. So...needless to say, we had this dry cow that needs to be sold yet. So, we loaded her up and then dropped her off with the fall calvers since they will be selling next week. We checked a well while out there and found it empty, but got it going...we think. Then, we came back, unhooked and headed up to get the haying equipemnt ready to go. After hooking back up to the baler and getting that moved back down to the field we were ready to go. While we were haying one of the Burns's stopped and talked to Merle. I knew that meant that something wasn't right with that bull. As it turns out...the black bull that I have chased three times now isn't theirs. Since I saw other bulls with the same brand in their pasture and I knew it was the only immidiate fenceline that would have some black bulls I thought it was theirs. EEEERRRR! wrong! It's Delberts. It has a bar mill-iron brand on him. That would be the same brand that we put on all the calves at his branding. The reason there was another bull with that brand is because two of them got out in Burns' cattle. It was pretty embarassing...how could I not notice- how could no one not notice. So, all of our efforts were in vein, and we looked like idots. Oh well, I guess life goes on...We almost finished baling the field we had the baler fire in, but not quite. Right at one of the last bottoms the baler plugged up really bad and Merle couldn't get it out with the tools her had so we quit and then headed home and did chores.

After chores, Merle had an appointment in town but he said it would be a good time to poinson some prairie dogs in the 80 here at home. So, I got out hte phs toxin pills and poinsoned away. I ended up staying out working until 9 just because I wanted to get it done and not have to come back. I think there were more holes that it looked but o well. Then, I turned in for the night. It was a long day...but at least we got a few things done.

Sometimes I wonder if I was mean to be a dog or something. Minimal thought...just wander around do things however while being content and wagging your tail. Hmmm... ok not quite, bu tthe point is: I don't understand why my brain won't work right so very often!!!

"I'm not a complete idiot; some parts are missing."