Neighbor buys a couple stocker calves every spring and butchers them in the fall. Wednesday was butcher day, and one of their heifers got out and ended up in my pasture. They called and told me what had happened and asked if they could just shoot it in my pasture, load it on their trailer and take it home. No problem. Neighbor and butcher show up with just a snowmobile trailer behind his truck, looks like I get to load the heifer up after they put it down. I got the impression the butcher had more to do that day and was in a little bit of a hurry. So after we get the heifer chained up and hanging off my front end loader he said it would really save a lot of monkeying around if I would just drive it over to the owners place. It's only a mile away and shouldn't take long so I agree. So down the road I go with a 1300 lb. heifer with it's neck sliced open hanging down from the loader. I'm thinking, at least their doesn't seem to be any traffic. I'm almost to the neighbors driveway when over the hill comes a school bus. The neighbor lives at an intersection and as I start turning in the driveway, the bus turns and is driving parallel with me with a half dozen kids staring out the windows.
I couldn't help but think of the scene in Napoleon Dynamite. Not something I wanted to happen. I pulled up in their yard and said "It was going good until I met the school bus." The butcher just shook his head and "Yea, that wasn't good." At least I was pulling in the neighbors driveway so I can always claim it wasn't me.
I couldn't help but think of the scene in Napoleon Dynamite. Not something I wanted to happen. I pulled up in their yard and said "It was going good until I met the school bus." The butcher just shook his head and "Yea, that wasn't good." At least I was pulling in the neighbors driveway so I can always claim it wasn't me.