cowman82, I had a neighbor named Jerry Faulkner about 2 miles downstream from me that was kind of like that. In drought and every winter, he just cut his river side fence and let his cows 'run the bottoms' which also meant they could come into people's yards. We all put up with it for the most part because he was really a good guy, about the last of the old time thicket cowboys that had horses and dogs and would always happy to come down & do his thing if you had one of your own get out and get off in the woods too thick far a man to travel on foot, much less on a 4 wheeler. Caustic knows the type terrain and heavy brush there was there. A hardwood bottom that in drought and winter always had some green stuff for cows to eat. Yaupon, some kind of bunch grass and sweetgum leaves on young saplings..
But, eventually his cows got in the wrong neighbors yard (retirees from cities that wouldn't know a bull from a cow) and they called the sheriff's dept on him and it wasn't the first time, so the judge ordered him to either fix his fences permanently or he'd have to sell his cattle. He had Parkinson's disease real bad so he just sold his livestock, then died from a small kitchen fire a few months later. Jerry was just Jerry. Did things the old way and I really do miss him.