Police came and took me away

Friday mid afternoon I was about to go out to my shop to work on a project at 98 degrees and 98% humidity, when I thought I heard a car door close and wife did too. I went to the door and it was a local police officer who I am friendly with, one who has been around for awhile. He was looking for help. Seems they were getting calls about loose cattle, and he knew where they were but was looking for help with what to do with them. I asked what breed? thinking most likely one of the local guys with a few head of beef, most of which are Scottish Highland. He had no clue. He asked if I could come with him to help him out. So he cleared some space in the FRONT seat of the cruiser and off we went down the road. We pulled into where he last saw them, and watched as they tore down a horse paddock divider. I saw that they were dairy heifers, so I called a friend, and yes, they were his daughter's and her husband's. He said that he would send them right over but they were about five miles away. So I thought that there is probably grain and a bucket 500 yards up the road where they got out of, so we went up there and got a bucket with some grain. The heifers were agreeable to being led with grain to a secure paddock, and my good deed for the day was done, and I was released to go back to my project.

Good for you. I remember a day many years ago when a neighbors hogs, a sow and a bunch of 30# piglets, were out, and in my hay field. After a lot of coaxing and some very patient driving I got them across the road and back in his barn. He showed up only to start beating on the sow with a broomstick. I figured after that he could try to put his own hogs back. He didn't last long in the farming business! At least you got thanked.

Reminds me of the time a Missouri Highway Patrol came to the house for Dad. Somebody had run off the road and needed a tow. The nearest tow truck was 20 miles away on a Sunday morning, dad took the TO-20 and pulled them out.(around 1962)

I thought you got handcuffed for loose cows. If that happened around here, all my neighbors would be in cuffs. and I would the one to slam them on the ground to be cuffed.


I hate it whenI have to call my neighbors at 3am to report a bull or heifers out. They get snotty about it, call me names. I woke them up. They get a few rings in their ear. Me? I get a mad bull trying to make me a new but hole.

I don't have cows anymore, but back when everyone around here had cows, if someone called to say they had your cows, you would bake them a cake. Now, you get an Eff you, and a smirk, if you try to help them.



From now on, if I find a bull, I think I will just hold it and if no one cares, I will put it on craigslist or something.

I thought of taking a baseball bat around. If I know where the cows come from, I think I should be allowed to ask if they are missing cows. If they say "no" I should be allowed to hit the owner as hard as I can with a baseball bat. I want to give them the kinds o wounds I get when I step outside and get kicked by their loose bull!

Found a nice Black Angus bull last spring... It got away because I couldnt' pen it fast enough. he smelled Dairy heifers.


If I could have penned him for good, I would have had some $20 per pound steaks.


If they don't claim him, I will eat him!



Glad I don't really live by that... I just feel like things have changed.





I hate my life sometimes...

yesterday I was spraying soybeans with fungicide and insecticide and as I started in this field I saw a dairy steer in the fence row as I got closer I realized hes on my side of the fence , so I stopped the sprayer and called the landlord and he answers whats wrong , I tell him he comes up right away we walk the steer back to a gate and in he goes. you never know with livestock- there comparable to kids when its really quiet something is wrong or about to go wrong!

When we were growing up the police were constantly coming to the house and picking up Dad and taking him away. He was the Magistrates Constable on the island we lived on and knew everyone and they trusted Him. It was still unnerving when they pulled up in the front yard.
Ron

i dont know how the range laws are there but out here they read ; if you dont want your neighbors cattle on your land you are responisible for fencing them off your land, thats the way it actually reads,[ probably dating to the old west days] due to the price of cattle, most ranchers here maintain good fences but the animals will get out now and then , we usually recognize the brand and head them home again

Up here you fence your own cattle in. There's no "free range". although there are reportedly 7 Longhorns and 15 horses currently wandering the area with in 2 miles of me.

If I had a dollar for every time I helped corral cattle, horses, sheep and hogs I could make a good dent in my debt. Ever wonder shy the first thing any livestock does when it gets loose is head for the nearest highway?

My neighbor had a wild steer that got out and roamed the countryside for months, and he tried hard to catch it, but it always got away. I saw him in with my cattle, and called them in the lot for a bucket of corn. The wild one followed (I stayed hid). I got the gate shut and left the barn door open - he made a wild run into the barn and I got him locked in there. I thought he was gonna kill himself. I called the neighbor and he showed up immediately with a stock trailer. That thing went directly to the sale barn. (Be careful what you bid on) A couple of days later, we got a card in the mail with coupons for a free meal in a nice local restaurant. It works both ways. A tree fell on my fence and I had four cows and a bull get out. His wife caught them for me, and even loaded and hauled them home. Another time I drove by his place and his bull was grazing on the road shoulder and my wife and I got him back in. Someone had left the gate open, ha. Life would be boring if everything was perfect.

I have a neighbor who had trouble with another neighbor's bull coming to visit his cows a number of times. Requests to keep him home fell on deaf ears so the next time it happend he chased that bull in his sqeeze and castrated him before bringing him back the neighbor....It did the trick! :wink:

I have a friend who was wanting a different bull and was offered one from another friend at a reasonable price but the first friend thought he could go 30 miles to Amish country and get a better deal. So he went to their livestock sale and bought an 800 lb bull at a better price and took him home, after unloading him in his barn the bull found a big enough hole and went thru it and was not seen for a week when he came up my driveway and took off toward the east where he was seen near some cows coming in heat but ran off again.He was seen in the same place 2 days later but could not be caught so he was shot and butchered,so he had to get another bull.We teased him about that being the fourth time the amish had sold that bull but he kept coming back.