AAAAAAHHH! Bulls, already a problem! How in less than 24 hours do you get one tearing down fence and in the wrong herd and another fraidy-cat hiding in the bushes? And besides that half of them are terrorists. If I had a nickle for every time some big white whale came at me on my horse I'd be a rich cowgirl. As it is, I'm just lucky to be alive . . . grumble, grumble, grumble. I could go on all day grumbling but it doesn't do me any good.
On a bright note, I'm going to one of our other daughter's branding today. I'll try and get some pictures. See ya all later.
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We ran bulls first thing in the morning when I worked at Rimbey Auction Market. The first two were easy to pen, but then they'd get to fighting just about the time I needed to open the gate to let the next bull in. I got pretty quick on that gate.
Bulls are never fun! I'd just like to go out in the fall and shoot the whole works of them but then you'd have to start fresh every spring....okay I'd go out and shoot the bad ones;)
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