So, we got in our summer cattle about a week ago. We keep a bunch of yearlings out on pasture for a feedlot and this year we got in 365 head of spayed heifers. You want to talk about a bunch of running-off, ringy, no-driving, sons of guns.
We put them all out on Monday and the following day we had to go back and sort them off from neighbor's cows and such after they had squeezed through fences...or broke them down. It was incredibly fun.
Well, just when they were sort of starting to settle, the neighbor's bull crashed through our fence and we ended up with about 17 head of our heifers in with his cows and a couple of his cow/calf pairs and one bull in with ours.
We go to sort them off and it's mostly okay...to start with LOL. We got all of them but 1 back home and she was the stupidest of a stupid bunch, which is really saying something.
We went back today knowing that we were going to have to rope her to get her sorted off.
This is where the bestest horse in the world comes in. Because I knew I'd need a horse I could trust, I took trusty old Dobe. When the heifer cut and ran, we opened up after her and he stayed right on her hip, keeping me in perfect roping position in spite of running flat out over some...questionable terrain.
Well, I got my rope on her only to realize that we had about a quarter mile to go to get her back through the gate to her pasture. Ol' Dobe was just a machine doing his thing. She wouldn't lead at all, of course, and she was on the fight so she wouldn't drive (go along nice and easy under her own power with our horses following her), so the only option was just to drag her were she needed to go. We did manage to get my rope around her head in a "war bridle" so that I wasn't choking her every time I'd pull on her.
She wasn't the heaviest thing that he's ever pulled, but it's been a couple of years since we'd roped anything at all and it's been longer than that since we had access to anything much heavier than her. So, he is a bit out of shape and not as strong as he used to be. She was about 700 pounds of resistance and piss-poor attitude that he was trying to pull up hill.
Oh, who am I kidding, there was no try with him, he just got it done .
I'd ask him on and he'd walk off slowly...or trot off quickly, depending on how close she was to getting tangled in one of the trees that we had to weave around.
He drug her butt all the way up the hill (which was very steep in places), through the gate, and back into her own herd.
Needless to say, she didn't want any part of a horse after that and stuck right in the middle of the herd LOL.
I wish I'd had someone take the camera and gotten some pictures...but no luck.
Next time I will get some pix of Dobe being awesome and doing all the "heavy lifting" LOL.
Anyway, no real purpose to this post other than just to brag on my little "tow-truck".