You are so right about that, Brute. Saw one the neighbor's plummer cows standing in the corner of my 30 acre Bermuda hayfield. His fence bordered oneside of my field, and I had the other 3 sides fenced, to keep my cows and horses off of it.. Anyhow, I was headed to town, and stopped by where he worked and told him. We decided to meet there after he got off work,( about 5 PM) and move her back to his side, fix the fence where she got in, etc . I went over there that afternoon, saddled up and rode down to where she was standing, which was exactly where she was standing that morning. I rode the fence bordering our two places, looking for where the fence was down, but didn't see anyplace. Figured she had jumped in. I figured I would just ride up and ease her down the fence back toward my arena, and if we went by the place she had jumped in, she might jump back in. If not, I'd just put her in my arena and let him come get her with his trailer. Got up to her and saw a calf, looked to be a day or 2 old lying on the ground. She was very protective of it, and when I rode up to it, the calf stood up, all wobbly, then fell back down. It's butt, navel, and a bad wound on its neck were all covered in maggots. So, I rode back to the barn, saddled another horses, went in the house and called the ole lady to tell my son to come over to help me. I knew there was no way to drive that calf the nearly 3/4ths of a mile that was the length of that field. I was going to head and heel the cow, while the neighbor put the calf in the back of his truck and took it back to my arena. I knew we could drive the cow if the calf was in back...she'd probably just follow along behind the truck.
Well when I rode back out to the hayfield, Junior( the neighbor) had gotten there, and there was another boy with him that had some damned dogs. I knew him...he was famous locally for catching hogs, and beating the hell out of his dogs, his horses, and his ole lady. I rode up and told Junior what my plan was...and was waiting for my son to get there. He said " That's ok, Steve ( the asshole with the dogs) is going to catch her with his dogs. They will bring them back and put them right in your corral". That boy told his blue heeler and this other dog he had..1/2 Catoula and 1/2 Australian Shephard.... good looking dog.. to " Go get them". He had a 1/2 pitbull 1/2 American bull dog tied on back of his truck that I knew he used as a catch dog for hogs. I told Junior that that cow wasn;t gonna leave that calf, and the calf couldn't walk. So the dogs weren't gonna be able to do anything, as the dogs tore pout across the hayfield.
Heeler got there first and ran up on the cow from behind, She kicked him about 20 feet down the field... right in the head.. and the dog just layed there with his legs stiff and his back arched backwards...convulsing like an epilectic. Vet said later on that his brain was swelling inside his skull , and caused that.
The other dog was running to her head, but veered at the last minute to go after the calf when she saw it laying there. The cow caught her broad side, and just grounded her into the dirt...kneeling on the dog and putting all of her weight on it. It never moved from the spot where the cow got her. We guess its back was broken, and probably ribs punctured a lung, as blood oozed out of its mouth and nose.
So, A$$hole decided to turn his bully loose. It came charging down the field, obviously going after the cow's nose. She speared him ( actually, lowered her head and he speared himself) right where his neck came out of his chest. Picked him up, and slung him off her horns, He took off running back, bellering and yelping, and got maybe 30 yards before he fell dead. We figured he bled out internally. So, THEN me and my son caught the cow, Junior and A$$hole loaded the calf and the dead and dying dogs on the truck. I took the heel rope off, and just got behind her. My son left the head rope on and we started behind the truck to the arena. But, as I figured, we didn't need the rope on her...she trotted right behind that truck bellering for her baby.
You are 100% correct
@Brute 23 , a dog can only work with a cow that will let it. That's why I don't want none around me working cattle. Get the dogs involved, and it usually goes to hell in a hand basket. Now, I have a friend that used to buy a lot of hay from me. He raised Angus and Herefords, cow-calf. He kept a couple of border collies, and I really liked the way they worked. He'd use them in his working pens, etc., to help him sort. They were quiet, easy going dogs, that worked very well in a situation like that. Blue Heelers are useless for anything except going to the rodeos with the barrel racers. Australian shephards, are good for catching Frisbees. Catoulas make pretty good dogs for wild hog hunting.