We were only about 7 miles from the house, but still on the ranch, when we ran across a bull lumbering along the road. A bull, but not our bull. In fact this particular bull had made his way to our ranch on two previous occasions and he has been put back on his own turf. Now we like to think that we're a neighborly bunch, but rouge bulls do not good company make.
So DH called our ranch hand and told him that once again, he would have to come gather the rascal back up. This time DH told Jake to take him to the headquarters pens and DH called the owner and told him we had his bull at the house.
So we are away all day and pull up in the evening to a set of empty pens. The owner of the bull pulls in behind us to load his bull who is nowhere to be found. LOL.
DH calls Jake to get the story and Jake says he did put the bull in the pen. Sigh. The ornery thing jumped the fence and took off for the hills. DH told the owner that he would gather him back up again in the morning and bring him in again.
So he and Jake ride the pasture this morning and find no sign of the bull. They ride into the next pasture and find him happily tiptoeing through the mesquite in that pasture, perfectly content. So they drive him BACK to the pens and put him in this pen. Are you lookin' at ME?
Stinker. I'm fairly certain the boys came up with other names for him. :) See, here he is building up speed for his next great escape:
Sorry fella. You're outta luck!
Hopefully the owner will come haul him away today...preferably to the sale barn...or the packer! So that is my story of the
Think I can get him to London in time?