Men, machinery star in bull ballet

Uncle Joe was makin' his rounds this spring checking the horses and cows
to make sure everything had water. When he got to the bull lot, one of
his prize young Charolais bulls had managed to crawl through one of the
round bale feeders and was lying down happily chewing his cud.

Uncle thought over how to extricate his bull, then went for the tractor.
He'd put the round bale in fresh that morning and had not yet cut the
twine. It made it easy to lift the bale out of the feeder and set it out
of the way. Next, with the lance he tipped the feeder up to let the bull
find his way out BUT…the bull panicked!

In his effort to escape, the bull stuck his head through one of the
slots and took off wearing the feeder around his neck! Joe watched the
crazed critter stampede through the other young bulls in the lot, who,
in turn, went berserk, scattering back and forth as if the iron monster
was attacking them!

The saddle horses in the next pen caught the fever and added to the
chaos by running around, tails in the air, rollers in their nostrils and
fear in their eyes all frightening the bulls who were already scared
poopless!

Every now and then the feeder would dig into the mud so the back would
tip up along with the butt end of the bull, whose tail was waving in the
air like a loose air pressure hose! Each flip and flop jiggered the
gathering crowd. In one final assault, surrounded by 11
testosterone-powered, adrenaline-fueled, thick-headed white bulls, he
lead the charge through the metal gate out into the farm yard and right
into the machine shed!

In a matter of seconds all livestock cleared the area except for the
barking dogs, Uncle Joe on his tractor and the still struggling captive
bull. Joe called the dogs off and gave the bull five minutes to wiggle
during which time he, the bull, managed to back out of the feeder and
stumble into the yard.

After an hour of pushing, sliding, dislocating, cursing, twisting and a
couple of "back up and take a run at it," maneuvers, Uncle Joe returned
with his welding trailer and removed the stuck-tight round bale
feeder…in three pieces.

Men and machinery in a bull ballet…it never ends.

Baxter Black is a self-described cowboy poet, ex-veterinarian and sorry team roper. He can be contacted at 1-800-654-2550 or by e-mail at: headcowboy@baxterblack.com

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