06-27-2022, 05:50 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-27-2022, 05:58 AM by FlyingClayDisk.)
Some days go as planned, and other days, well...not so much.
Got up this morning; lots to do. Had to get the stock trailer all ready to go to deliver a bull tomorrow morning. Figured we'd get everything ready to go early so there were no "rodeos" before sun up trying to load a 3 year old bull. Got hooked up, backed up the trailer to the loading alley and chute. Seemed like a really relaxed day.
The plan was to get the bull locked in the corrals tonight, and then it would just be a simple matter of loading him up through the tub, alley and chute into the trailer in the morning tomorrow. The bull had other ideas.
To make a long story short, the 'rodeo' we had hoped to avoid went off per the bull's plan, up to and including him deciding to declare war on a full sized diesel UTV with bull-bars, and my wife, and me. Then to go into ultra-freakout-psycho mode where anything (and everything) was a target.
Handling adult bulls is always dangerous, but there comes a point where you have make a decision between risking a human life, or taking that of an animal.
Tomorrow morning, well, there will not be a bull delivery. And, I will just be waiting for the livestock recovery service to call us and tell us when they will be by to recover the carcass.
Kind of a shame really, a 1,900 lb. animal like that, but sometimes you get the bull...and other times the bull leaves on a flatbed winch-truck (because ain't nobody gettin' the horn as long as I'm boss!)
Got up this morning; lots to do. Had to get the stock trailer all ready to go to deliver a bull tomorrow morning. Figured we'd get everything ready to go early so there were no "rodeos" before sun up trying to load a 3 year old bull. Got hooked up, backed up the trailer to the loading alley and chute. Seemed like a really relaxed day.
The plan was to get the bull locked in the corrals tonight, and then it would just be a simple matter of loading him up through the tub, alley and chute into the trailer in the morning tomorrow. The bull had other ideas.
To make a long story short, the 'rodeo' we had hoped to avoid went off per the bull's plan, up to and including him deciding to declare war on a full sized diesel UTV with bull-bars, and my wife, and me. Then to go into ultra-freakout-psycho mode where anything (and everything) was a target.
Handling adult bulls is always dangerous, but there comes a point where you have make a decision between risking a human life, or taking that of an animal.
Tomorrow morning, well, there will not be a bull delivery. And, I will just be waiting for the livestock recovery service to call us and tell us when they will be by to recover the carcass.
Kind of a shame really, a 1,900 lb. animal like that, but sometimes you get the bull...and other times the bull leaves on a flatbed winch-truck (because ain't nobody gettin' the horn as long as I'm boss!)