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| This was the funniest breakout I was ever involved with.
I was coming home from work one morning and when I went around the curve just south of my house I ran into a cattle herd at full steam headed south on the gravel. I knew the cows were the neighbor who rented the crop and pasture ground across the road and I knew the cattle were hungry.
I made it to the house and started stripping on the way to the house. I tear in the door yelling at my wife "call Bob (next neighbor to the south) tell him there is a herd coming his way. see if he can stop them and I will be there in less than a minute. And call "the farmer" (who lives about 5 miles away) to let him know his whole herd is going down the road on a run (and yes I knew it was his whole herd and I wasn't exaggerating)", Wife puts the infant in the crib, we both throw on jeans and boots, and head out.
Now the funny part. On the way to the scene the wife tells me the neighbors wife answered the phone and he was taking a bath, so she would see what she could do (they were both well over 80 years old). So on the way back south I had horrible thoughts about where the herd would actually stop, how I was going to get back in front of the herd, and hoping this nice old lady wouldn't get hurt.
I go ripping around the corner in my truck I run right into the rear of the herd which was obviously stopped dead in its' tracks. As I worked my way to the front here is what I saw: Standing right dab in the middle of the road is this 80 year old lady in brogans, a nice flower print granny type dress, a new Pioneer seed corn hat, holding a normal everyday light weight house broom. But she stopped the herd cold and the last time I had seen them they were on a dead run.
That image is forever burned into my mind. When we rounded the corner the only comment I could think of to say to my wife was "Damn, where is the camera when you need it?" It was priceless.
Never doubt the tenacity of some of this older prairie women! | |
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The dreaded call........Your cows are out!!!!!
