Learnin’ Lessons the Hard Way

by Kevin on January 17, 2011

The big heifer stopped at the gate. It was if a magical loop had been thrown around her head and jerked her to a stop. She wheeled and refused to go in the pen with the other cattle. With her tail up and leaving a jet trail behind her as she ran off toward the brush, Clyde whistled for his two Catahoula cow dogs to get her. As Clyde and the two dogs took up the chase, Dan was unaware that he would soon learn a lesson that he wouldn’t forget.

The two cow dogs, a mom and her son, closed the distance to the six hundred pounds of thundering hostile heifer. Sadie reached the runaway first and bit down hard right on the nose. She held tight despite the beller that issued forth from the escapee.

“Good girl!!” yelled Dan who was hell bent for leather and buildin’ his loop.

Sadie’s son, Braid, finally reached war zone Cata-zulu. In his excitement and inexperience, he decided to bite down and hold something too. Instead of it being part of a cow, he latched on to his momma’s hind leg.

Dan had stayed behind to shut the gate on the cattle they had gathered. Once he got the gate shut and cattle secured, he mounted his horse and lit out in pursuit of the pursuers.

He had just broke out of the brush when he saw Braid latch on to his momma’s hind leg. She let go of her catch and turned a furious tirade upon her son. She bit down hard on the back of his neck and threw him. She was on him before he could hit the ground. This was one lesson that the pup would never forget.

Clyde had reached out and roped the heifer the moment Sadie had turned loose of one prize and grabbed another. The heifer felt like her head had fallen out of a bear trap and into the hangman’s noose. She managed to run off a little ways until her air and the Leo bred horse stopped her cold.

Dan reached the scene in time to see Clyde throw a trip on the heifer and get off and tie her. There was little assistance Dan could give Clyde, but little Braid seemed about to die in his momma’s mouth. Dan rode up to the fighting Catahoulas and tried to use the end of his rope to swat the fightin’ dogs. The only thing he managed to hit with the hondo was a very tender spot underneath the stud colt he was riding–right between it’s two hind legs.

The young stud horse squealed as he launched straight up in the air. Dan didn’t have a chance. He had leaned over to his left and swung the rope that direction with his right arm. From ten feet in the air, he landed right in the middle of the family squabble.

Both dogs yelped and thought that it had started raining stupid cowboys. With blood lust in their eyes, they turned on the cowboy.

Clyde rode up and popped his bull whip and whistled to get the dogs off of poor old Dan. Growlin’ and still snarlin’, both dogs backed away from the dive bomber.

Dan was quite a sight! One shirt sleeve was torn completely off and he was nursin’ a knot on his head the size of a golf ball. Clyde noticed Dan only had one spur on and wondered if the other might be embedded in the stud colt that was still runnin’ and fartin’ down the fence line. Dan’s rope on the ground marked the trail from LZ Cata-zulu to the route the stud colt had taken.

The banged up and battered cowboy leaned over and picked up his black felt hat. He shut his eyes as dirt poured down on his face when he put it on.

“I’ll tell you one dad-gum thing Clyde!” Dan coughed. “The Almighty just told me that that was the last time I needed to lope a mile to jump in a problem that weren’t mine.”

Clyde smiled as he said, “I heard the same lesson Dan. ‘Cept I’m glad I didn’t hear it the hard way.”

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  • LOL! Great story!

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