Some days, no matter what you do, you just can’t get the cows to do what you want.
We had one of those days recently. Our steer was ready to be butchered, we had a stock trailer standing by, and extra guys to help load him. All we needed to do was get that one steer into the stock trailer.
That’s all. Just one steer.
That proved to be easier said than done. That steer did not want to be caught. He lead them on a merry chase that ended when he walked through the fence into the neighbors pasture, and stood there, just out of reach, smugly looking back.
It was so frustrating.
One of the guys commented that the only way that we were going to catch that animal was with a professional cowboy.
Everybody looked at him incredulously. Just where does one find a professional cowboy in southern Iowa?
Believe it or not, living just a few miles away! Now in some parts of the country, real life cowboys are a dime a dozen, but in southern Iowa, they are a rare commodity. And we had one for a neighbor!
So they called him.
And he came.
He stepped out of that big diesel pickup every inch a cowboy, from his boots to his belt bucket, all the way up to his hat. He even had spurs (but no chaps, but then, it was only one cow.)
He had five dogs, all with radio collars, and his horse. From the time he saddled up and let all five dogs loose, it took him less than 15 minutes to have that steer lassoed. Fifteen minutes.
The dogs then walked that repentant steer right up to the trailer.
When the guys picked their jaws back up, they helped him load that now docile steer and sent him on his way to become our dinner.
Thank you cowboy, you not only saved our steak and hamburger, you gave our friends an exciting, but very short rodeo. Not bad for a night’s work!