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What An Afternoon!

8/20/2013

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About 2-ish or so, I went out to tinker around on the lawn mower, the plan being, if I could get the thing to crank today, to mow the grass (which is in dire need of it). I messed around for a few minutes, then decided to try jumping it to see if it'd give it just that much more "umph!" Jumping didn't do any good, but I did check the transmission fluid in the truck when I was done. It was alright.

Anyways, as I was backing the truck up into its usual parking spot, Savannah hailed me on her way back from the gauva bush (under which young Stinkpot was standing happily munching).

My bull, Captain Abraham, was in our neighbor's pasture! (Turns out he'd been there since Sunday.) Anyway, we went over and talked with Mrs. S for a little bit, then walked out to recon the situation at a closer angle. (There was no way in the world my truck could get out there. It would have gotten stuck not half way across the yard!) I should have put on my mud boots, but I didn't...obviously, I wasn't thinking of how wet it is on that side of the creek--or the downpour we had last night. Anyway, by the end of the adventure, I was sloshing wet in my boots and my jeans were wet clear up to the knees. At least I didn't fall down that time I stepped on my spur!

Abe ignored us. He knew he was being a bad boy--you can tell by the way he stands when he knows. A brief look-see convinced me that trailering him out (one of the options) was probably the most practical. We went back to the house and Mrs. S talked to her son...he had to go pick up his trailer. While we were waiting, she mentioned something about seeing Abe walking the fence with cows on the other side of her property. Wondering if they were ours (the colors fit), Savannah and I dashed over to our place to check. All the girls were in the yard, but we (I) decided to go ahead and walk the fence anyway--even though I didn't have my pistol with me.

The fence was nice and tight--not only where the S's had fixed it on their side, but along the back...while there, we walked by Uncle L's barns. One was unlocked with the key hanging out of the padlock. Savannah called Daddy and got Uncle L's number and then called. Aunt C answered and it turns out that Uncle L had just accidently left it like that last time he was down. We checked the place out (no squatters), I locked it and took the key. It's the only key so he'll have to drop by to see us next time he's down! (I won't mind that, I always kind of did like my Uncle L for all his quirks.)

We got back to the S's just about the same time the younger Mr. and Mrs. S got there with their trailer and cow-dog in training. Savannah went on out with the hot-shots and I popped back up to the house because Mrs. S had suggested putting some dog food in a bucket (since we had no feed) to rattle since Abe comes to a bucket (usually).

Anyway, by the time I got out there, they were already working my bull. I could tell they didn't know him by the way they handled him, but since he was already riled up some, I had to go along with what they were doing. (I think if we'd worked him much slower, we'd actually have gotten him trapped sooner.)

It probably took at least an hour and a half, if not more to catch him. We did a lot of running and some of us came pretty close to getting bumped by a running bull. Good thing he's good natured. If not, someone might have gotten gored by those fine horns of his.

About the time Mr. S went for the Gator, Daddy called to see how it was going. He told me to have Savannah run to Smith's and get some feed (that didn't happen by the way; I should have just dashed in there first before we even headed over to the S's) and call Mr. Ricky to please come help. I called Mr. Ricky and got his voice mail. Minutes later, Tommy called and told me Ricky phone was dying so that's why the call didn't take. I told him our predicament and he said that he and Ricky were tied up doing something with a pipe, but would try to come if they could.

Mr. S wore Abe out chasing him around with the Gator. He eventually got him pushed into the little pen (made out of movable panels--great things). Abe walked straight into the trailer from there without needing any urging. About that time Mr. Tommy called me and I told him that we'd gotten Abe. He almost sounded disappointed... :)

From there it was a cinch...drive over to our place and open the trailer. Abe immediately went to sniffing the girls the way bulls do.

I'll skip the rest of the run around...but suffice to say...we went to pick up the Caddillac, I ran back to our place to check the electric wire (it's not working), and then came home. I tried cranking the mower one more time, just because, and wouldn't you know it, it cranked right on up!

"HA!!" I said, "HA!!"

Then I turned it off....

        Racheal

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Mum
8/20/2013 12:46:26 pm

S says that there was some gaucho on the electric wire...you will want to check that out as soon as possible.

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Racheal
8/20/2013 12:49:53 pm

Yes, the electric was wrapped around the barb-wire at one place (that I noticed). I'll get to that as soon as I can....

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