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<blockquote data-quote="Warren Allison" data-source="post: 1837134" data-attributes="member: 40587"><p><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anthropomorphism" target="_blank">Anthropomorphism</a> is a pet peeve of mine. It can be anywhere from plumb silly..like when people put hats and clothes on dogs..or call them a "fur baby"... all the way to dangerous, like when people (and no offense, but mostly women) let a horse rub its face on them., nudge them, "lip" their face, hair etc...thinking the horse "<em>loves them</em>" or is "<em>kissing them</em>:".</p><p></p><p>Any way, when [USER=25884]@farmerjan[/USER] said that about Gail knowing Zeke saved her life, etc, I kind of scoffed to myself. But you could not pay me $1million dollars to comment any thing negative to Jan.. she has forgot more about nurse cows, etc, than I will ever learn in my lifetime. She has my utmost, complete respect. Jan, I owe you an apology, I think.</p><p></p><p> We got to Scott's this morning, me and Clay and my grandson, and we were leading the horses and my mule to Scott's horse pasture in back of his house. About the time we turned them all losse, we heard a hell of a commotion from the pig pen over behind Mattie's house. Clay, Zeke, and Bo ( my grandson) took off at a dead run to see what was going on. Scott and Mattie have a barrow and a gilt in there, feeding them out to butcher the first cold snap with freezing weather for a few days ( like this week will be ) and a neighbor's half-feral boar was out (again) and trying to get in the pig pen. To kill the barrow and breed the gilt. All the rest took off running to the pig pen ( several hundred yards away, over by the nurse cow pasture), and me and Scott got in the Ranger at the barn, and rode it over there. This a huge, mean sob, half Landrace and half Poland China, I am guessing 500 lbs. He gets out all the time, and the whole community wants him dead. He had about torn a section of the pig pen down to get in when we all got there. I ran the Ranger into him, and he ran off toward the pasture, and went through the 5-stand barb wire fence and got into the cow pasture. I got out and Scott took off to his house, to get the Cane Corsos out, and we all got in the pasture except Zeke. I sent him to Mattie's house to get a bucket of feed. Scott had called his nephew when he went after the dogs, and by then, he and his son had joined us in the pasture, too I told everyone we'd try to get the boar to go towards the panels we had set up to graft the calves with ( we ended up not needing them). We spread out in a sorta semi-circle, and started driving the boar towards the panel pens. He was out in front of us about 25 yards, as we shoo-ed him closer and closer to the pens. Zeke came back with the feed, and started to come in the gate, and I told him to stay outside, and get behind the middle panel stall, and shake the bucket til the hog noticed it, then pour it in the pen and back away. Well, he wanted to help drive him, so I told him to get in the pasture and go to the end of the semi circle., by Clay. I was in the middle, directly behind the hog, about 20 yards or so. Well, Zeke climbed the panels, and started running toward me, still toting the bucket. instead of going to one of the ends of the semicircle. We had that hog going at a trot, but when he saw Zeke running toward him ( toward me, actually) the boar charged him. We all yelled for Zeke to RUN!!!. and he turned and tried to, He was scared to death, screaming and crying, and he ran a little ways then the hog caught him and cut his calf. The first time. Zeke went down and that hog got on him, and was tearing Zeke's legs and butt and back to pieces. I was afraid Zeke was gonna roll over on his back and try to hold his arms out to fight the hog. I ran harder than I thought I could, had my Judge out, but it was loaded with Zombie Killers, and I didn't want to shoot til I could just about stick the barrel to its head. Those shot gun shells in a 2 inch barrel spread out in a BIG pattern. Well, I was about 15 yards to reaching him..Clay was nearly to him.,. when I heard this blood -curdling bellow and this brown streak came by me so fast I didn't know what it was. It was Gail! She lowered her head and got him right behind a front leg at a dead gallop, raised her head up, picking the boar up and turned him completely over! Kept trying to grind her horns in him, and flailing him with her front legs like a deer does. She turned a time or two and got a kick in. He got her bad in a couple places....under her belly and one shoulder, but she was fighting him to the death! Damndest thing I ever saw. About that time, the Cane Corsos came over the top rail of the panels, and the fight was on! They got him...one locked on the top of his neck, and the other got him by the throat. I was there on the ground by Zeke, and from his waist down he was nothing but bloody meat. Clay grabbed my Judge and got to the dogs and hog, and blowed his whole chest out. I was trying to see where I need to apply pressure to Zeke's wounds, and Gail was standing by his head, snorting and wild eyed, still bellowing too, occasionally. Twice she lowered her head at me, and shook her horns at me. After Clay shot the hog he came bask to me, and she lowered her head and kinda-sorta charged him. In retrospect, I think it was bluff charge..a warning charge. Clay had no choice but to bull dog her. Abut the time he got her on the ground, Scott came up in the Ranger. His nephew and my grandson, got some rope out of the Ranger, and tied three legs together, and Clay got my grandson to sit on her neck to keep her down. We all picked Zeke up and set him in back of the Ranger, and Scott took off to his house to get his wife and a truck to carry Zeke to Macon to the ER. Soon as they were out of the gate, I sent the boys out to go to Mattie's house and tell her what was happening, and where they were carrying Zeke. Clay and I untied her, and let her up. She got up, ran around in a little circle twice, head high eyes wide, snorting and her tail stuck up. Then I guess she heard her calves or something, and took off to the woods where they were.</p><p></p><p> Me and Clay were sitting there, on the ground, and tried to figure out what had just happened. I believe... or believed.. that the cows had heard the commotion and came to see what was going on (and probably heard Zeke rattling that feed bucket and pouring it in the trough) and when Gail saw the hog, she figured it was a threat to those calves. Clay disagreed. Though 15 years younger than me, he has handled a lot more cows than me, and on foot, etc. He is the cattlman of our duo, and I am the horseman. He said he had never seeen anything like it. He said if that hog had come up on those calves lying down asleep, and tried to get one, and momma cow right there... then yeah.... she'd attack to defend her babies. But Gail left hers and came 150 yards away from them and toward that hog and Zeke. Clay said he thinks she heard Zeke screaming and crying and she came to rescue him! And he said the reason she was agressive to me and him, and stood over Zeke like that, was she was thinking " <em>Yeah ,this hog got my Zeke good, but by God there ain't nobody else gonna touch him!"</em>I was saying to mysef "<em>No, no. That defies logic and known cattle behaviour</em>"...when I remembered this reply you posted [USER=25884]@farmerjan[/USER] . And I am open -minded now, about what you said. It is 2 AM, and I am beat. I will finish this tomorrow after I hear the news on Zeke in the morning.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Warren Allison, post: 1837134, member: 40587"] [URL='https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anthropomorphism']Anthropomorphism[/URL] is a pet peeve of mine. It can be anywhere from plumb silly..like when people put hats and clothes on dogs..or call them a "fur baby"... all the way to dangerous, like when people (and no offense, but mostly women) let a horse rub its face on them., nudge them, "lip" their face, hair etc...thinking the horse "[I]loves them[/I]" or is "[I]kissing them[/I]:". Any way, when [USER=25884]@farmerjan[/USER] said that about Gail knowing Zeke saved her life, etc, I kind of scoffed to myself. But you could not pay me $1million dollars to comment any thing negative to Jan.. she has forgot more about nurse cows, etc, than I will ever learn in my lifetime. She has my utmost, complete respect. Jan, I owe you an apology, I think. We got to Scott's this morning, me and Clay and my grandson, and we were leading the horses and my mule to Scott's horse pasture in back of his house. About the time we turned them all losse, we heard a hell of a commotion from the pig pen over behind Mattie's house. Clay, Zeke, and Bo ( my grandson) took off at a dead run to see what was going on. Scott and Mattie have a barrow and a gilt in there, feeding them out to butcher the first cold snap with freezing weather for a few days ( like this week will be ) and a neighbor's half-feral boar was out (again) and trying to get in the pig pen. To kill the barrow and breed the gilt. All the rest took off running to the pig pen ( several hundred yards away, over by the nurse cow pasture), and me and Scott got in the Ranger at the barn, and rode it over there. This a huge, mean sob, half Landrace and half Poland China, I am guessing 500 lbs. He gets out all the time, and the whole community wants him dead. He had about torn a section of the pig pen down to get in when we all got there. I ran the Ranger into him, and he ran off toward the pasture, and went through the 5-stand barb wire fence and got into the cow pasture. I got out and Scott took off to his house, to get the Cane Corsos out, and we all got in the pasture except Zeke. I sent him to Mattie's house to get a bucket of feed. Scott had called his nephew when he went after the dogs, and by then, he and his son had joined us in the pasture, too I told everyone we'd try to get the boar to go towards the panels we had set up to graft the calves with ( we ended up not needing them). We spread out in a sorta semi-circle, and started driving the boar towards the panel pens. He was out in front of us about 25 yards, as we shoo-ed him closer and closer to the pens. Zeke came back with the feed, and started to come in the gate, and I told him to stay outside, and get behind the middle panel stall, and shake the bucket til the hog noticed it, then pour it in the pen and back away. Well, he wanted to help drive him, so I told him to get in the pasture and go to the end of the semi circle., by Clay. I was in the middle, directly behind the hog, about 20 yards or so. Well, Zeke climbed the panels, and started running toward me, still toting the bucket. instead of going to one of the ends of the semicircle. We had that hog going at a trot, but when he saw Zeke running toward him ( toward me, actually) the boar charged him. We all yelled for Zeke to RUN!!!. and he turned and tried to, He was scared to death, screaming and crying, and he ran a little ways then the hog caught him and cut his calf. The first time. Zeke went down and that hog got on him, and was tearing Zeke's legs and butt and back to pieces. I was afraid Zeke was gonna roll over on his back and try to hold his arms out to fight the hog. I ran harder than I thought I could, had my Judge out, but it was loaded with Zombie Killers, and I didn't want to shoot til I could just about stick the barrel to its head. Those shot gun shells in a 2 inch barrel spread out in a BIG pattern. Well, I was about 15 yards to reaching him..Clay was nearly to him.,. when I heard this blood -curdling bellow and this brown streak came by me so fast I didn't know what it was. It was Gail! She lowered her head and got him right behind a front leg at a dead gallop, raised her head up, picking the boar up and turned him completely over! Kept trying to grind her horns in him, and flailing him with her front legs like a deer does. She turned a time or two and got a kick in. He got her bad in a couple places....under her belly and one shoulder, but she was fighting him to the death! Damndest thing I ever saw. About that time, the Cane Corsos came over the top rail of the panels, and the fight was on! They got him...one locked on the top of his neck, and the other got him by the throat. I was there on the ground by Zeke, and from his waist down he was nothing but bloody meat. Clay grabbed my Judge and got to the dogs and hog, and blowed his whole chest out. I was trying to see where I need to apply pressure to Zeke's wounds, and Gail was standing by his head, snorting and wild eyed, still bellowing too, occasionally. Twice she lowered her head at me, and shook her horns at me. After Clay shot the hog he came bask to me, and she lowered her head and kinda-sorta charged him. In retrospect, I think it was bluff charge..a warning charge. Clay had no choice but to bull dog her. Abut the time he got her on the ground, Scott came up in the Ranger. His nephew and my grandson, got some rope out of the Ranger, and tied three legs together, and Clay got my grandson to sit on her neck to keep her down. We all picked Zeke up and set him in back of the Ranger, and Scott took off to his house to get his wife and a truck to carry Zeke to Macon to the ER. Soon as they were out of the gate, I sent the boys out to go to Mattie's house and tell her what was happening, and where they were carrying Zeke. Clay and I untied her, and let her up. She got up, ran around in a little circle twice, head high eyes wide, snorting and her tail stuck up. Then I guess she heard her calves or something, and took off to the woods where they were. Me and Clay were sitting there, on the ground, and tried to figure out what had just happened. I believe... or believed.. that the cows had heard the commotion and came to see what was going on (and probably heard Zeke rattling that feed bucket and pouring it in the trough) and when Gail saw the hog, she figured it was a threat to those calves. Clay disagreed. Though 15 years younger than me, he has handled a lot more cows than me, and on foot, etc. He is the cattlman of our duo, and I am the horseman. He said he had never seeen anything like it. He said if that hog had come up on those calves lying down asleep, and tried to get one, and momma cow right there... then yeah.... she'd attack to defend her babies. But Gail left hers and came 150 yards away from them and toward that hog and Zeke. Clay said he thinks she heard Zeke screaming and crying and she came to rescue him! And he said the reason she was agressive to me and him, and stood over Zeke like that, was she was thinking " [I]Yeah ,this hog got my Zeke good, but by God there ain't nobody else gonna touch him!"[/I]I was saying to mysef "[I]No, no. That defies logic and known cattle behaviour[/I]"...when I remembered this reply you posted [USER=25884]@farmerjan[/USER] . And I am open -minded now, about what you said. It is 2 AM, and I am beat. I will finish this tomorrow after I hear the news on Zeke in the morning. [/QUOTE]
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