SBMF 2015
Well-known member
I have always said that with the number of cattle I handle each year it's not a matter of if I get hurt, it's when and how bad.
Well this morning was about as close as I've been in a long time to what could have been a really bad wreck.
Our vet is a little over an hour away. So once a year I turn my place into a stockyard for the neighbors and we all get our bulls BSE done. A couple neighbors bring cows to preg check. This morning we did 9 bulls and 60 cows for five neighbors.
It was bull number 6 that I had a run in with. He's a mature 3-4 year old angus that I would guess is around that 2,000 lbs.
He came in with a group of cows. We didn't want to switch back and forth between bse's and ultrasound so we sorted the Bull away from his cows. Ran him through the chute ( he passed his BSE) and turned him out in a mud lot / holding pen. I went to put him away and he had had enough. I thought he was just turning. He did and took about three quick steps towards me. I carry a heavy 5' x 5/8" sorting stick. I cracked him as hard as I could swing. It turned his head but didn't slow him down. I sidestepped. He hit me in the right hip and threw me onto the block wall. He kept going by, circled the pen and found the exit. I scrambled and fallowed him to his pen.
He sent my glasses flying, and twisted my left knee in the mud.
My knee is sore, my hip is sore but it's all along way from my heart.
It was a good reminder how fast things can change while working cattle.
Well this morning was about as close as I've been in a long time to what could have been a really bad wreck.
Our vet is a little over an hour away. So once a year I turn my place into a stockyard for the neighbors and we all get our bulls BSE done. A couple neighbors bring cows to preg check. This morning we did 9 bulls and 60 cows for five neighbors.
It was bull number 6 that I had a run in with. He's a mature 3-4 year old angus that I would guess is around that 2,000 lbs.
He came in with a group of cows. We didn't want to switch back and forth between bse's and ultrasound so we sorted the Bull away from his cows. Ran him through the chute ( he passed his BSE) and turned him out in a mud lot / holding pen. I went to put him away and he had had enough. I thought he was just turning. He did and took about three quick steps towards me. I carry a heavy 5' x 5/8" sorting stick. I cracked him as hard as I could swing. It turned his head but didn't slow him down. I sidestepped. He hit me in the right hip and threw me onto the block wall. He kept going by, circled the pen and found the exit. I scrambled and fallowed him to his pen.
He sent my glasses flying, and twisted my left knee in the mud.
My knee is sore, my hip is sore but it's all along way from my heart.
It was a good reminder how fast things can change while working cattle.