a life, treated like royalty, loved, pampered, then it happened. Early
one fall morning, Pistol mounted Crow and we moved off (I knew better
than to heel the horse this time). We were going to move cattle from the
west pasture to the north forty. Everything was great until we got the
cattle in front of us and they headed off toward the gate.
was not prepared for what happened next, cattle had always moved when I
ran at them, but not this time. A particularly obstinate black heifer
with horns decided she didn’t want to leave the west pasture. I ran at
the heifer but she just looked bored and stared at me. Well, I circled,
barked and met the heel as I was running in to get a nip. The kick
caught me on the side of the head and sent me rolling.
I was recovering from the kick, I was unnerved by what I caught out of
the corner of my eye. The black heifer was bearing down on me — didn’t
she know that I was doing the chasing, not being chased? She must have
missed that rule in the rule book because she was coming and she was
coming fast! All I could think about was getting away. As I shook my
head to stop my ears from ringing, I began running in big circles
looking for something to hide behind. Despair was setting in when I saw
safety in the form of Crow Bait and Pistol, so I headed in their
direction with the mad black heifer hot on my heels.
Crow didn’t see himself as a safe haven as I slid to a stop underneath
him; the heifer didn’t stop and narrowly missed the horse on her way
by. She just blew by and turned for another try. Crow, by this time, had
realized that he had an unwanted guest underneath him as well as an
angry bawling bovine bearing down on him again. Crow started with some
jumping and high stepping, but I was not about to lose my safety, which
escalated into full blown bucking. Pistol was hollering and grabbing
anything he could to keep from being unseated, all the while calling me
and the horse some mighty uncomplimentary names.
all this the heifer lost interest, declared herself the winner and
followed the rest of the cattle down the road to the north pasture.
Pistol finally got Crow under control and we closed the gate to the
north pasture. I learned a valuable lesson, don’t assume something
will happen the way you want it to just because that’s the way you
stinks, I am reduced to laying around the yard and chasing tennis balls
and sometimes a Frisbee. Don’t get to ride in the truck much any more,
except to go to Marion County Co-op where Pistol gets SportMix Dog Food
for me and 12% Champions Choice for Crow Bait. Steve Lann, the manager,
is very helpful when it comes to the needs of customers from Marion,
Lamar and neighboring communities. So take it from me, shop the Co-op
for all your pet supplies, horse feed, gardening needs, Hustler lawn
mowers, tires or anything you might need for your yard or farm.
is a true story, however, a name was changed to protect the embarrassed.
Linker is an outside salesman for AFC.