|10-22-2013 01:01 PM|
|CelticGlory||That is such a scary experience! I'm glad all are okay!|
|10-22-2013 01:42 AM|
|10-21-2013 01:07 PM|
|10-21-2013 01:00 PM|
OMG! Instincts at work!!!
I am glad you had a good ending to this story! I just started working cattle with Zefra so know how those bulls and cows can be!
|10-21-2013 12:53 PM|
I felt like I was watching a movie while reading this!
I got nervous at the halfway mark too!
|10-21-2013 12:39 PM|
|Shade||Wow, I think my heart stopped in the middle of your story then stuttered back at the end. Smart dogs and thankfully it worked! Whew, does that mean Hondo's out of the doghouse for licking your steak now?|
|10-21-2013 12:35 PM|
When a failed recall is a good thing.
My husband is on a thousand acre hunting lease. It has ponds, creeks, heavy woods, large pastures, tons of wildlife and cattle. It is a wonderland for the dogs. We have access to it all year long.
I am very strict on the dogs when it comes to the cattle. Because I have horses, I don't want them running livestock at all. .
Saturday evening, hubby and I decided to do a little pig hunting. We are old school and will sit in a ground stand and watch the wildlife. I knew we'd be gone about 2-3 hours so I wanted to take the dogs out one more time before they were kenneled in the farm house. I took them into the 'trap' to let them sniff around and still remain at a safe distance from the cattle. A 'trap' is a long alley that ranchers use to run cattle down into holding pens. This trap is made of steel panels and ran about 250 -300 yards.
This was a rookie mistake. In order to run the cattle into the trap, some ranchers will feed the cattle in the holding pens, getting them used to coming in when the rancher wants them. This didn't cross my mind when I walked into the trap with my dogs.
We walked along the trap and I happened to see an old bottle wedged into the dirt. I couldn't toe it loose so I squatted down with a stick to attempt to dig it out. Both dogs came to see what I was interested in. Lonestar decided to try to help me out, and tried to dig his own hole. I was laughing at him when I suddenly heard the pounding of hoofs. I've been around livestock my entire life. I know that sound.
My heart jumped, my legs sprung and I raced for the fence - this was all before my brain even checked in. Reaching for the fence I turned and saw the herd funneling through the trap. Some were walking, some were trotting. In the midst was the bull, trying to shoulder his way through. They were 150 yards away when Hondo looked at me, turned and screamed a warning to the cattle and he raced in their direction, Lonestar hot on his heels. I screamed NO! NO!! NO! DOG! NO! Hondo is no match - not quick enough due to his bad leg - he'd never be able to get into the herd and not be badly trampled.
Lonestar stared to bay, loud and proud and he raced forward, next to Hondo. The cattle surprised by the turn of events started to bolt, each trying to turn in the small area of the trap. The bull stopped dead, watching the dogs as the raced forward, causing a clog in the trap. Again, I screamed, "NO! HERE! DOG!!! HERE!" Ignored, the dogs continued forward. Hondo barking and Lonestar baying, they neared the herd.
Hubby - hearing me screaming and the dogs barking raced towards the trap calling the dogs.
Just as the dogs closed in on the bottle necked herd, the bull turned and ran out of the trap. Like a clogged sink that finally let's loose of the ball of grease, the cows all popped out of the trap and raced through the pasture.
When the dogs reached the end of the trap, both stopped. Hondo turned, trotted back towards me and Lonestar came racing past looking for hubby who was still running from the camp calling our names.
Hondo came to me and sat directly in front of me. He looked me straight in the eyes as if to say, "You, my love, are an idiot."