Mad Jack Hanks: Tales from the O-NO Ranch 5-2-11
Let me take you gentle readers back a few years, well, more like 30 years ago to the ranch down in Texas we managed B.C., before Colorado.
The ranch as I have described before was made up of many different pastures scatterd around the commuity of Terrell, Texas. Our largest pasture would have been around 1,000 acres and the smallest at 80. The ranch was just under 5,000 ascres of improved pasture. It was either
costal bermuda and clover or wheat pastures with rye. As a general rule we could run a cowe-calf pair in the summer on about three acres.
We set about to gather an 80 acre pasture one early summer morning so we could spray the cows for flies and insects and get a general good look at them. This little bunch of cows of 28 was about as wild as “bremmer” cross cows can get when they are wanting
to act really stupid. With this bunch, that was almost all the time. Before we left the headquarters a young man had approached me about maybe taking some photos of us penning these wild cows. He was an artist and wanted to get some action shots for a painting. I gave him permission with the stipulation that he would hide himself where he could not be seen and in no way would expose himself until we had all the cows in the pen.
Yeah, right! When we got there I showed him where to park his car and found a place for him to hide in the weeds just outside the fence close to the corrals. We put these idiot cows in one bunch and headed towards the pens some half a mile away. They had already broke and ran and were trying to scatter in 78 different directions. Three broke off and I hollored out instructions to go on with the balance of them to the pens and we’d regroup and go after the three that got away.
Just as we approached the pens that inconsiderate, stupid, uneducated moron of a photo taker raised up out of the weeds to get his action shot. Well, ya know what happened then … we only managed to pen less than a dozen as the others spooked and broke off and headed to the backside of the pasture. After exchanging a few “pleasantries” with the photo man, he got in his car and left and I joined back in the chase with my cowboy crew. We penned all but two, one of which had a big rack on her head and she gored one of our horses. We tied her down along with the other “ding bat” and loaded them in a trailer to go to the pens. My, my, what a morning.
The horse was gored in the hip and he recovered. I took that whole bunch of wild cattle wih the exception of a few to the sale barn and got rid of some of our headaches for the future. I never saw the photo man again, I hope he got a good picture or two.
As a sidebar, I did find that used Buick I was looking for. It’s nice. It gets about 30 miles to the gallon and that’s good for a big car with all the bells and whistles. It sure has lots of plastic however, lots of plastic. Sure not like that 56 Buick Roadmaster I used to drive long ago and far away. The times are a’changin’!
Stay tuned, check yer cinch on occasion and I’ll c ya’ll, all ya’ll!
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