A Titanic Sheepwreck

by Kevin on December 20, 2011

All it had to do was go in the pen with the rest of them! Two hundred had made it through the gate with not a single piece of wool damaged or even out of place. In the pen was the medicine they needed to stay healthy and alive. If I was a prophet, I would have dressed in sackcloth, covered my head with ashes and asked God, “Why are sheep so stupid?”

The big ewe wheeled  and ran right into the six inch pipe post. She struggled to her feet and took off for the brush. Because she was the last of the Wool-hicans, I jerked my rope down and went to teach her a lesson.

My horse caught her quickly and I dropped the prettiest neck loop on her and dallied. While I was patting myself on the back for being so handy with a rope, my arm must have obscured my vision. The moment I dallied, she cut hard left. My horse did not.

The horse’s feet hit the rope jerked the left-running ewe right underneath him. He was very unappreciative of this bleetin’ ball of wool and voiced his displeasure by way of one hind foot. She cried out in pain as he kicked her…and got his foot caught in between her head and the rope that was wound around his front feet.

Sensing the immediate threat to the lives of all three of us, I tried to let my dally go. To put this simple act in perspective, try to untie your shoe while ridin’ a buckin’ horse. In my excitement, I got a tad bit turned around. I let the split reins fall to the ground and attempted to stop the horse by pullin’ on a rope that was wrapped around a saddle horn.

My mix-up didn’t take long to recognize, but neither did my departure from the saddle position. When I got the dally undone, my horse managed to free himself from his entanglement also. I was holdin’ the rope that was attached to a north bound sheep and ridin’ a buckin’ horse headed south.

Yup, it wasn’t none too pretty.

For some reason, I couldn’t let that rope go, even when I hit the ground. Twelve feet of rope, burnin’ fast through my skin, convinced me where common sense could not.

I used my elbows, not my hands, to push up off the hard packed earth. The only thing that didn’t hurt was my eyes. I’m pretty sure they were closed most of the time; unlike my mouth.

I hobbled my way back to the pens. The cowboys were in full swing, drenchin’ each sheep and puttin’ a crayon mark down the middle of each sheep’s face to designate that they had been medicated.

My horse was tied to my trailer with my halter. As I walked up, I shook my head in disgust, knowin’ the ribbin’ I was about to endure.

In the middle of my horse’s face, was a big crayon mark.

I will bring them together like sheep in a pen, like a flock in its pasture. –Micah 2:12

(I just wish it wasn’t so hard to do sometimes.)

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  • Don Coyote

    Closest I ever came (or ever wanta get) to sheep was lamb chops. Or leg a lamb.

    Back, and I mean way back, in my FFA days the purdiest gals always seemed to be the ones that had the lambs for County Fair. Even THAT wasn’t enough ta convince me.

  • Kevin

    This came from my dad via email today:

    Thank you son for beginning our day with laughter.
    Ol’ Paint and I on the Perry Ranch roped a run-away mutton running 9-0. I was lucky catching him with the first loop, he then disappeared in about a 8 ft. wash-out in tall grass. Ol’ Paint immediately (stopped on his front feet). Due to astronautic type maneuvers, your ol Dad observed all from above while attempting to dally in mid-air, and landing (4-point) on the mutton in the bottom of the wash with rope in hand and Ol’ Paint looking down and snorting (or laughing) from above. My concerned comrad, Graham Bowman, loped up and joined Ol’ Paint with the snorting and laughing. The $100.00 mutton left the wash, dragging my $40 rope to parts unknown. While quietly remounting, my partner was riding off telling everyone that I was alright and Care Flight was not necessary, but was ropeless, etc……
    Have a nice and blessed day.
    Dad

  • Don Coyote

    Hahahahahahaaaaaaaa

    Cowboys are the most sympathetic critters on God’s green earth.

    NOT.

    • Kevin

      No doubt about that!!!

  • Oh, this was funny…I”m glad you’re okay, but I couldn’t help but giggle just a little as I read this.

    The closest I ever get to sheep is when I go to the local yarn store. I buy some lovely wool (from sheep 🙂 :)…and knit it into something beautiful and useful 🙂 🙂

    Sometime I think people are like sheep…frustrating…I call them “sheeple”…I’m so glad that God is faithful 🙂

    Greetings from the ocean shores of California, Heather 🙂

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