The Cowboy Chronicals
So I have a new job on a ranch near where I live. Pretty good gig but there are some peculilarities. The ranch is owned by a family of poligymists. They aren't the Warren Jeffs kind and everyone is quite nice but they have a BIG family. The family also owns a plant that produces bio-diesel which luckily keeps most of the family and several non-polig locals busy. It seems odd that there isn't any of them that can rope or ride a horse very well.
One of the funniest things is the fencing. At one time they planned on converting from cattel to bison so all the fencing is reminiscent of Jurrasic Park. Just like in Jurassic Park, the fences don't work unless they're electified. Currently the only pasture with an electrified fence is the pasture with the bison which are probably gentler than the cows. The fences are about six feet high and made of smooth hightensile wire. The wires are about 8 inches apart. This should make the fence virtually inpenetrable however since there is no juice to it the cattle go through the fence just like a T-Rex.
Since the ranch has been cowboyless for several years they have been herding the cows with four-wheelers. As any good cowboy knows this is not the right way! The cattle on the ranch are as wild as any "domesticated" animal I've ever seen. There were three weaned calves that were out along some train tracks yesterday and I tried to drive them down the tracks that are fenced on both side and into the gate. I had a guy to help me and he was supposed to open the gate and turn the cows in. Of course they blew right past him like he wasn't even there and the race down the tracks began. Once I finally caught up to them instead of just turning around they jumped through the fence into the pasture on the wrong side of the tracks. After chasing them around some I decided to rope one that was trying to get through the fence. I roped her and choked her down and then tied her feet so she couldn't get up. Then I roped another one and the third one got through the fence and disappeared. I called my boss and he came on his four-wheeler and with me pulling and him puching we managed to get both of the calves back down the tracks and into the right pasture. All in all it was a terrific day!
Stay tuned for more adventures!
There's nothing like the Rockies in the springtime... Nothing like the freedom in the air... And there ain't nothing better than draggin calves to the fire and there's nothing like the smell of burning hair. -Brenn Hill