Karbon Kounty Moos

It was time to bring the boys to town. They were getting too big and I really didn’t want to keep feeding them. I also had a late bull calf to go with them. There was a bit of dancing in the trailer on the way down, but it wasn’t bad. When I arrived at the yards, it looked like it was going to be a while. There was a trailer in front of me, waiting to unload. I made a call to my aunt and uncle in Florida, but wasn’t able to speak long. I moved up, closed the gate behind me, and opened the trailer. One bull jumped out. The calf was acting as though he didn’t know which way to go. We call it dingy. I went in the trailer to show him the way out. Ha! All he knew was that he had been taken away from his mother, loaded in with a big old bull, and went for a ride. He continued flinging himself into the sides of the trailer. Then he kicked me in the thigh. Hard. My first thought was, “Thank goodness that wasn’t my kneecap.” I got out, went to the pickup and got a paddle. I opened the front compartment. The two bulls ran past the calf. Then he figured it out. “Oh! An open gate.” I had a perfect manure imprint of his hoof on my jeans.

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