Today was a hell of a day. It started out pretty good. I brought my dog and dixie and I moved a little bunch of cows up to the barn then my helper and I rode through the calves pretty much like we do every day. Then I got a call that my boss wanted to move the bred cows and hiefers across the road to another pasture. We were planning to do it tommorow when a couple of guys that knew what end of a cow the feed goes in could come and help but the feed truck was broke down and the feed guys needed something to do. So guess who gets to play babysitter/cowboy. That's right, this guy! I explained to my helper and one of the feed guys that was riding what could possibly be called a horse what we were doing and how we were going to go about it. The feed guy will from now on be known as Dumb Joey.
My dog and I got all the cows moving pretty much by ourselves because the guys weren't riding up on the cows and actually pushing them. I explained to them that they needed to point thier horses toward the cows in order to make them move ( I thought that was self-evident). So the cattle started to move pretty well down the pasture pretty much in the direction I wanted them to go. Then I see Dumb Joey loping around the front of the cattle and turning them back toward me. I had to yell and yell at him before he could hear me and quit pushing the cattle in the wrong direction. I managed to keep my cool and explain to him where we were going ... again. So my dog and I got the cattle moving again and pointed in the right direction.
The cattle started drifting in the wrong direstion so I rode out to turn them. Dumb Joey and the helper couldn't remember to keep their horses moving toward the cows so when I got toward the front the cows stopped and turned around. So I rode back to the back and explained to them that they had to push the cows so that I could steer them. I then rode to the front to turn the cows again and when I looked back the helper was doing his best to push the cow but dumb Joey was 20 yards from the cows riding his "horse" in circles. Now I'm pretty pissed. I'm riding the guts out of my horse trying to get the cattle turned and moving and he's dinking off clear away from the cattle.
This went on for a while and then I had to quit and ride off because I'm only willing to beat my own head against a wall I won't subject a good horse and dog to a head beating as well. So I start to ride off and Dumb Joey comes trotting his "horse" up next to me. Before he could speak I told him it would be in his best interest to ride somewhere else for a while. Of course he had to live up to his name and start in on the excuses and blame. First, he said they were just trying to keep the cattle calm. Then he said they were making progress but it was just slow (the cattle were moving in the opposite direction). Then he told me the helper didn't know how to move cattle. I told him that made two of them. Then he had the audacity to tell me my dog wasn't helping much either. My dog at least was doing what I told her! I couldn't even look at him at that point or I would have had to rope him off his "horse" and choke him for a while. So I did us both a favor and trotted off down the road on my tired horse. Sometimes it just doesn't pay to wake up in the morning.
After I got back to the barn I unsaddled my horse and went to lunch. When I got back I tracked Dumb Joey down and apologized to him for yelling like I did. I didn't tell him I didn't mean what I said (because I meant every word and more)but I shouldn't have said it. I then called up the helper and made sure he knew that I wasn't mad at him. He's a little socially stunted and timid so I didn't want to hurt his feelings. Kudos for reading this whole thing.