Jogeephus
Well-known member
a drought year and a wet year. There's also a heck of a lot of difference between a calf and a cow just as there is a huge difference between A cow and some cows.
Yesterday I was taking a nice leisurely stroll across this beautiful inverted hill. I had gotten about 2 miles from my truck when my phone rang and I heard those dreaded words, "you have a cow out on the highway". Fears of attorneys danced through my head as I envisioned a cow walking down the middle of the road and some nitwit driving a toyota prius hitting it. I make a quick call to a friend and I start to dead head back to my truck which is a good slog from where I stand. As I double time it out of the swamp my phone rings again and there is someone else telling me, "your cows are out on the highway". I say a few choice words as I envision my herd walking down the middle of a state highway so I pick up the pace and just plow through the green briar and brambles and just let them rip through my skin. A few minutes later I get to my truck and head to the wreck site to see if I can't help with the triage or first aid. As I'm barrelling down the road the friend I called arrives at the scene and informs me that its just a calf outside the fence and its standing by its mother who is laying inside the fence. I ask him if he thought there were any fence chargers that came in 220 or 440 volt but he didn't know of any. Miffed, I spent the next two hours putting up a hot wire and being sure it was going to light up any wayward calves. I'm almost done when my phone rings again. This time its the 911 operator informing me that my cows are out. :shock:
Yesterday I was taking a nice leisurely stroll across this beautiful inverted hill. I had gotten about 2 miles from my truck when my phone rang and I heard those dreaded words, "you have a cow out on the highway". Fears of attorneys danced through my head as I envisioned a cow walking down the middle of the road and some nitwit driving a toyota prius hitting it. I make a quick call to a friend and I start to dead head back to my truck which is a good slog from where I stand. As I double time it out of the swamp my phone rings again and there is someone else telling me, "your cows are out on the highway". I say a few choice words as I envision my herd walking down the middle of a state highway so I pick up the pace and just plow through the green briar and brambles and just let them rip through my skin. A few minutes later I get to my truck and head to the wreck site to see if I can't help with the triage or first aid. As I'm barrelling down the road the friend I called arrives at the scene and informs me that its just a calf outside the fence and its standing by its mother who is laying inside the fence. I ask him if he thought there were any fence chargers that came in 220 or 440 volt but he didn't know of any. Miffed, I spent the next two hours putting up a hot wire and being sure it was going to light up any wayward calves. I'm almost done when my phone rings again. This time its the 911 operator informing me that my cows are out. :shock: