Message #375629

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heres a quick one.

me and two school mates were coon huntin one night in a big corn field. it was maybe 20 acres of pure rowed corn that was bein hit hard by some coons so we were runnin for free for the farmer to make a name for ourselves. he had some jersey milk cows in a nice sized pen beside it and on the other side of this pen is a heavy wooded area where we were thinkin the coons would be sleepin. we slipped in one night and casted my finished english and two plott pups away from the pen and woods and out into the corn. its pitch black except for our small lights, dusty, and hot. at the time my dogs had bells and night lights since thats what i could afford so we would sit and listen. got a good strike and we were off. as we are listenin my english decided to turn into the pen and head to the wooded area. my other two dump off after him and i played along. it was maybe a good half mile walk as the crow flies but i got to the woods and they were treed real tight. shot it out and got it in the bag. began to cast out again and they were off across the field back to the corn. bout some time later i hear this blood curdlin scream meanin only one thing. i get out to it and my dogs have a hold of a young steer, still sucklin age but still good size. im tryin to grab the dogs and right about the time i get ahold of my plott pups i feel this sharp and hot pain in the small of my back. yep you guessed it... where there are babies... there are the mommas too... i end up bout 40 feet down hill, muddy, with not one but two lighted white collars in front of me.(yes the hit was so hard it broke both plott pups collars) i brace myself and it was like time stood still. i hear shuffling behind me, my light was off my head, im waitin for a good sized cow to just lay on me and crush me. it never came. i manage to get enough courage to roll over and sit up, grab my light to see a pup hangin on the mommas throat, other pup is on her right foot bein trampled and my english is still runnin circles around the steer. my buddies finally get there we are tryin to get the pups off. the steer ran like a bat outta hell and i chained my english up and went to work on momma. i was thinkin the only way to do this is to grab her first. so im on her neck, all 150lbs of me at the time shakin like a rag doll. finally got a good finger in the pups mouth to gag her and shes off, now the bad part. that momma got on me like white on rice. im draggin my dog and runnin as fast as i can, no light but moonlight which was maybe just perfect match with the adrenaline rush i have. it was like i could see in the dark. im screamin to josh my closest friend to grab the pups and run the other way i got her distracted. i let the dog go and he somehow outran me. we were up and over the barb wire real quick like. shes stopped on the fence line, let out a good warnin, stomped her feet and trotted off like a boss. i passed out and layed for a good while till they found me and got me some water. we ended up callin it a night and i let the dogs have it!

now i tell you fellas one thing, when i say ive had it with jersey cows, i mean it. i hate em, despise em, if i see one in a pen ill be danged if i get in there with it, friendly or not.