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Like that's the first time I heard that!
I could tell you stories you simply would not believe.
Be fore I was known as "cow whisperer" I was know as sirloin.
When I first started helping out here, after retiring I was told there was a crazy steer in the field with the herd and to watch out for him, he will get you. He was two years old and at every roundup since he was weaned and castrated they could not catch him. So I worked with him for about 6 months and while I was doing a roundup, alone, and knowing as soon as I got the calves in the barn all I needed to do was call for the trailer so I proceeded to sort the calves from the bulls and cows.
I got the whole herd in the coral, most of the calves went through the creep feeder gate to their own lot and I proceeded to turn the cows and bull back out to pasture, one at a time, to retain the remaining few calves.
Now picture this. I'm sitting on an upside down 5 gal bucket with a gate in my right hand to let the cows and bulls back out to pasture and a gate in my left hand to let the calves in their lot.
After 10 or so cows, of the 150 a bull comes up to me and as I start to open the gate to the pasture I notice he doesn't have his jewelry so I say, "hold on a minute son" and closed one gate and opened the other and he walked in with the calves.
I then walked him into the barn and put him in the holding pen to be loaded.
I then called for the trailer and got a full minute of silence when I asked the boss if he wanted to load the 1,500 lb steer first or last.
Then all I got was "we will be right there".
And when they got there he walked right up on the trailer.
Now for the fun part.
Of course right from the beginning I called him "Sir Loin".
Well they put him in a holding pen until auction day, which was 3 days away. "BY HIS SELF".
The next morning I get a call.
Come over and look at SIR LOIN and say good bye to him before I shoot that SOB.
I went over and he had all but totally destroyed ever holding pen and gate in the building, which is why all the pens are now made of welded guardrail, instead of 2 x 6 oak boards.
So I talked to him, got him calmed down and into the only pen he didn't totally destroy, gave him a 5 gal bucket of water and went to my truck and came back with a bottle of aspirins and put 10 in his water.
Tossed the rest of the bottle to the boss and told him to give him 10 more in the morning and he will be just fine. He had a headache from the ride over here.
And one more thing put a radio on in here so he has company. He likes country western.
And we had no more problems out of Sir Loin.