We watch Apache Cowboy on YouTube too! (They are in Arizona)
We used to get water trapped cattle out of AZ sent to us for the summer along with the yearling steers out of Mexico. One spring the road was too muddy to get the cow trucks into the chute to unload so had to back the trucks across the cattle guard of the allotment and jump them off the back step. Those wild ones from AZ would fly off, sunfish and hit the mud 30 feet from the back of the truck and keep on running. We all looked at each and said, "see you in the fall!".
Those we had had to rope and load again in the fall some of those took us through the winter and the snow so we could track them before we could catch them again. Some of the steers from Mexico were that way too just depended on where they came from and if they took up with the wild AZ cattle.
Some of them had been chased so much they learn some neat tricks like laying under thick brush waiting for you to ride by then hop up and run the other direction. One my husband and went for after a fresh snow so we could track and not get away with his tricks, he finally got mad and rolled through a fence line. We loaded back up and headed up the road, hopped out and tracked him, got him roped in a clearing and then he was on the fight. Like boots said, a little dirt nap or snow nap and can change their attitude. We knocked him down on the ground if he wanted run up the rope to get after the horses. Too far out to bring the trailer and in most cases we didn't have that luxury so you teach them to lead. Cattle are pretty smart, smarter than people give them credit it for. You have them on a short rope, person can drive to help direct to tech him where he is supposed to be, if he is rude he runs into the end of the rope and feels the pressure or gets knocked down. If he stays were he is supposed to there is no pressure. They seek the release like a horse. We have led them out miles before we can get to a truck and trailer to get them loaded and usually by that time they load as good as a horse.
A few years ago we had a bizarre situation. We pastured a few hundred cows that had never been worked a horseback. Everything was done a foot or 4 wheeler. I could drive up to them with a pickup and walk up to them when I was checking windmills and putting out mineral but to try to gather them they scattered like a covy of quail. Most cattle if they want to run off like that you run along side of them(not trying to get in front of them and stop them) and start catching their eye, you can make the bubble smaller and pretty soon you can get a little handle on them and direct them. These you couldn't do that they came at you and would run under your horses neck. By the end of the fall we got a handle on most of them but the last load we had to rope and tie down them all and their calves. That is when I had my last big wreck that chilled me pretty good. I still don't remember what happened and the couple weeks after are pretty fuzzy. Hubby and friend roped almost all of them as I recovered from a concussion. On the last day hubby and friend said, "let's go last couple pairs, you gotta get in on this!" I wasn't cleared to ride yet but out we went. We roped and tied them down on that time we got the truck and trailer out there to get them loaded but barely made it as the mud started to thaw. We ended ripping a bunch of wiring out from under the truck lost some tools out the back, I hit my head several times on the cab roof...lol..But we got them all.
Above a ranch we worked on there was a big chunk of land landlocked no one owned it. A bunch of wild cattle lived on it for years. Every once in awhile us or the neighbors would get cattle in on it. It was tough to get them out, willows, bogs, brush. A few years back a friend hired a helicopter and a few cowboys, hubby went to get them out. Friend in helicopter with a shotgun and a few guys a horseback they got them finally after years of escaping traps and being chased by everyone. They found a steer we had lost years before that he must of been 7 or 8. He weighed I think 2,400 pounds. He was so big and fat they couldn't tie his legs together.
Anyhow, enough of my stories and reminiscing...
I DON'T LEAD 'EM AND FEED 'EM, I RIDE 'EM AND SLIDE 'EM.
PLAYBOYS OKIE CODY "HOOEY" 10/21/2019