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The battle of the two muley bulls…
We moved some cattle recently to get them on better grass for the winter. Had a big fine bull on that place already and he is a monster. He's a great big black angus who was mighty proud to be king of the hill. Along with some of the cattle we brought to "his" place we carried a young medium sized yellow bull. We unloaded yellow boy in the lot to let him settle in for a day or two. Of course the boys were cussing each other through the fence. I kept thinking about what fast work Blackie would make of Yeller. He outweighs the new guy by three or four hundred pounds.
I got the pickup out of the way, turned him out, and prepared to watch the fight. It looked to be a real mismatch.
It was amazing. I've seen plenty of bullfights but this one will always stand out. Blackie came sauntering up and started whipping Yeller like there was no tomorrow. It should have been over in five minutes. But Yeller has more determination than any bull I've ever seen. I don't think he ever moved forward in a single skirmish, but he just wouldn't quit. He didn't know how to give up. He kept taking another licking and going back for more.
Blackie finally got so worn out that he couldn't go any more. Young Yeller would just stand there and crow at him, then make a run at him. Blackie would beat him every time, but Yeller didn't care.
The next day Blackie was so sore he couldn't hardly move. All he could do was lay around with a disgusted look on his face, while Yeller checked out all the girls. Yeller was sore too, but he still had plenty of fire in him.
Now Yeller, the little guy, is running with most of the cows and Blackie is making do with the wallflowers. They tend to run in separate herds, each with its own warlord. But when they get together to water, Blackie will gang way every time.
It was a great illustration of how tenacity pays.
Craig
We moved some cattle recently to get them on better grass for the winter. Had a big fine bull on that place already and he is a monster. He's a great big black angus who was mighty proud to be king of the hill. Along with some of the cattle we brought to "his" place we carried a young medium sized yellow bull. We unloaded yellow boy in the lot to let him settle in for a day or two. Of course the boys were cussing each other through the fence. I kept thinking about what fast work Blackie would make of Yeller. He outweighs the new guy by three or four hundred pounds.
I got the pickup out of the way, turned him out, and prepared to watch the fight. It looked to be a real mismatch.
It was amazing. I've seen plenty of bullfights but this one will always stand out. Blackie came sauntering up and started whipping Yeller like there was no tomorrow. It should have been over in five minutes. But Yeller has more determination than any bull I've ever seen. I don't think he ever moved forward in a single skirmish, but he just wouldn't quit. He didn't know how to give up. He kept taking another licking and going back for more.
Blackie finally got so worn out that he couldn't go any more. Young Yeller would just stand there and crow at him, then make a run at him. Blackie would beat him every time, but Yeller didn't care.
The next day Blackie was so sore he couldn't hardly move. All he could do was lay around with a disgusted look on his face, while Yeller checked out all the girls. Yeller was sore too, but he still had plenty of fire in him.
Now Yeller, the little guy, is running with most of the cows and Blackie is making do with the wallflowers. They tend to run in separate herds, each with its own warlord. But when they get together to water, Blackie will gang way every time.
It was a great illustration of how tenacity pays.
Craig
