Bah ha ha ha!!!!
I love that story, that's pretty western!
My only experience with running stuff down on the road actually happened about 2 weeks ago. My friend has a little roping arena at her house, hubby got into the booze and told her if she fixed it up, we would buy some steers. So she took it to heart hired a welder and got it finished. Hubby was gone, and I don't know anyone down here really so I tells her to go pick some steers up and I will give her the money for them. She goes and gets some fresh steers...really fresh..never been worked horseback which we find out. We go over to her house and we are going to start breaking them in....this is all new to me because I am not a team roper. We needed to put them through the stripping chute, run them up the alley and to the chute. Well since they have never been worked horseback they are running around with their heads up and a big kink in their tail. Well we get to running around hubby asks" how many steers do you count" I says "nine" he says "how many did she get?" I says "dont know"....we's supposed to have 10. After running them around getting them roped we see that they can push up underneath a panel and get out through the draw. We have 3 escapees out in the pasture. We go out to get them and start to put them back in the arena...I am out in the brush plugging the hole so they can't get back out with the cows...I am on a colt. I can't see whats going on...all of a sudden a hear air horns on a semi and people hitting their brakes. The steers jumped the fence onto a four lane hwy. So by the time I get around the arena and out the gate, the steers, hubby and friend are headed down the road towards town. My colt has never been on pavement and doesnt know what it it is...let a lone the tar they put on the road to seal cracks looks like big snakes...finally I get him across two lanes and I am headed down the median in a not so hot pursuit. There are tires, potato chip bags peices of fenders, you name it is on that road. So my colt blows snot on every single piece of garbage and starts to crowhop...about that time someone drives by and honks their horn....makes for a long trip down a short road. By time I catch up, the steers jumped a cattle guard on a driveway and headed into the woods. We track them through the woods for a while and its dark. We hear cows balling off in the distance so we are guessing that tomorrow morning that is where they will probably end up...or find their way home. Tomorrow is another day.
The next day they show up at the neighbors in with their yearlings and a bunch of horses. So we all pile in the Gator and go take a look at what our options are. We put the horses up and decide to see if we can get them penned and loaded into the trailer. 2 steers are out with the horses and 1 is with the other yearlings. Well they are fine if your footback, and follow our friend in to a pen witha sack of range cubes!!! Now that is some East Texas cowboying at its best! The yearlings with other steer are in a chain link back yard with the gate missing. So I am standing in the hole to keep them from running into the woods. The house is empty except for about 100 cats living in it and you can smell the cat **** and piss standing 100 foot outside of the house....I am standing way too close...I am hacking an gagging..it is all I can do to keep down my bacon and eggs. Finally hubby brings horse over and ropes the steer and drags him out and I can breathe again...another breakfast saved. Hubby gets the steer on a short rope and he has to drag him around the side of the house to front because we can't get a truck and trailer back there. It is a maze of old satelitte dishes, lawn chairs, propane tanks...whatever, you name it, it was there and all amongst the trees. Steer is mad, wrapps himself a round a tree. I am on foot and go to grab his tail to pull him back around the tree and slip in the wet leaves, steer decides to cow kick me at the same time...I am rolling around on the ground like I am in a drunken stupor and the steer is trying to rub my face in the dirt, thank God he doesnt really know how to use horns and hubby has him tight. Husband is laughing at me and I am mad, tell husband to go get bent, he threatens to slide rope...ok you win.
Finally get everyone loaded in the trailer and back to the arena...needless to say them three got roped....a lot...
I DON'T LEAD 'EM AND FEED 'EM, I RIDE 'EM AND SLIDE 'EM.