Travlr
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Okay, two stories.
I was at a purebred bull sale in Faith, South Dakota, held in a sale barn. The animals were very nice and the facility was well run and the sale was progressing. There was some kind of deal that had been announced when the auction began, that one of the bulls was going to be purchased and donated to a family that had just lost their patriarch, someone well known and loved in the community... and the family selling the animals was in on the deal as a contributor.
Nice animals, as already stated, and some very calm and a few that were a little rambunctious for whatever reason. At least half of the bulls were sold when the gate opened to let in the next lot, the bull landed in the ring as though it had jumped from some distance and it took one small jump, bounced that once, and sailed across the ring probably fifteen feet to exit the gate that was still not shut from the prior bull being sold... at least four feet in the air.
Surely the fastest time in the ring I've ever seen and the auctioneer and the ring men were just as surprised as me.
Right away they announced that the flying bull would be their purchase to be donated to the family that had just lost their Grandfather.
Personally... I'm not sure that was doing them any kind of favor, but it is what it is.
Just a couple of years ago we were driving through Wyoming on our way to South Dakota and I saw something I've never seen before. You've seen blood on the road before. Road killed deer or elk, or even a calf that was dragged for some distance. Well we were driving along and suddenly there was a trail of blood. Straight as an arrow, fresh, and in the right side of the lane, continuous... for more than fifteen miles. After a while I came to believe someone had lost their trailer floor and an animal was being drug to their death. I was really hoping it wasn't a horse, but I don't know. Eventually the trail ended at a driveway into a ranch in the distance, the blood turning onto the gravel road.
I was at a purebred bull sale in Faith, South Dakota, held in a sale barn. The animals were very nice and the facility was well run and the sale was progressing. There was some kind of deal that had been announced when the auction began, that one of the bulls was going to be purchased and donated to a family that had just lost their patriarch, someone well known and loved in the community... and the family selling the animals was in on the deal as a contributor.
Nice animals, as already stated, and some very calm and a few that were a little rambunctious for whatever reason. At least half of the bulls were sold when the gate opened to let in the next lot, the bull landed in the ring as though it had jumped from some distance and it took one small jump, bounced that once, and sailed across the ring probably fifteen feet to exit the gate that was still not shut from the prior bull being sold... at least four feet in the air.
Surely the fastest time in the ring I've ever seen and the auctioneer and the ring men were just as surprised as me.
Right away they announced that the flying bull would be their purchase to be donated to the family that had just lost their Grandfather.
Personally... I'm not sure that was doing them any kind of favor, but it is what it is.
Just a couple of years ago we were driving through Wyoming on our way to South Dakota and I saw something I've never seen before. You've seen blood on the road before. Road killed deer or elk, or even a calf that was dragged for some distance. Well we were driving along and suddenly there was a trail of blood. Straight as an arrow, fresh, and in the right side of the lane, continuous... for more than fifteen miles. After a while I came to believe someone had lost their trailer floor and an animal was being drug to their death. I was really hoping it wasn't a horse, but I don't know. Eventually the trail ended at a driveway into a ranch in the distance, the blood turning onto the gravel road.