Bull stories....

[uglydog]

friends like that are priceless!

[lightningh]

Good story slim! 

[slimpickins]

I get on a real computer in a day or two I'll tell one of Paul sitting in the saddle puking while I sawed a basketball sized abcess off a cows hip.
Well crap, that ruined it. I had an old cow with an abcess that was huge.
Dad and Paul strech her and jerk her down for me. I go to sawing on that thing, get it cut low and am mashing on it. I mean it looks like I'm giving her CPR. I'm standing straddle of her pumping 2 gallons of cottage cheese out. About a 2 inch stream. Well, Paul didn't check the wind. Dad was smart in that he had planned it to put himself upwind. Paul didn't notice until it was too late. He's sitting there, in the saddle, stretching on her and is leaning to the side hurling what was left of the bar remnants from the night before.  Granted, I had it all over me and wound up throwing that knife away but I'll tell you guys. He's a he'll of a hand at everything from pulling calves to poking guts and sewing up a dog but he's got a weak stomach for the rotten stank that we had that day. 

[Silverton Boar Dogs]

Just reading that story made me throw up in my mouth a little bit, THANKS buddy.....

[lightningh]

 

[Russ]

Abcesses are never fun but a 2" stream is a new one!!!

[hank]

Reading some old stuff and found this thread. I need more!

[RyanTBH]

Yeah, this is probably up at the top with the coolest reads on here that I've seen so far! Great stories! I would love to go do something like this sometime... Never done anything like this before.

[warrent423]

Good stuff. To set up "camp" for a month and a half and cowhunt would be a fine time.

[SCHitemHard]

ive got a few good tales when i was young and reckless

[ked]

These stories are sure funner to read than write...

[hank]

SCHhitem spill the stories and get this thread started back up.

[KevinN]

Been a long time ago and it wasn't really that big of a deal, no one hurt, but it was sketchy when it happened and funny afterwards.

I went down to Victoria, Texas to hunt with some boys I met in Louisiana pickin up an AB pup. Being the area that it is, most of the huntin these boys did was ag. areas during grain season. Being small acreage most of the time, they use a lot of RCD's and even let their AB's run loose with the pack some times.  Anyway, it was a night hunt, the dogs didn't get on anything right away but at the back edge of the field they got hoggy. I'm not sure if they were gettin "Hoggy" on the cows or not but that's what they ended up baying in the next field. Now we had lamps but it was still dark as all get out and as we waded through a few cows to get to the bay we finally saw what they were baying. It was a Brahma Bull that looked like it was 6ft tall. I'm sure the night and the adrenalin had something to do with that but none the less, it was big. About the exact same time we all arrived and recognized the situation on of the AB's decided to catch. Well he tried hitting the bull in the nose head on! I tell you, I've never seen an 80lb bulldog fly so high, so far. No exaggeration, he must have went 12 feet in the air and travelled 30 to 40 feet distance. After throwing the bulldog the bull turned on us. We flew to the fence line. I'm pretty sure I hurdled it clean. Not bad for a fat boy. Course the adrenalin helped I'm sure. I don't think one of the boys saw the fence in time and hit it full speed, flipping right over it. We all had a great laugh after we got the dogs gathered back up but it was dicey when it happened!

[Stick]

I caught a pair of buckin bulls for a friend a few years ago, one 4 yr old and a 2 yr old, wasn't much to it, they were in a small pasture in the woods with a piece of a fence around 3 sides, pulled up and I was talkin to the land owner when one of the boys decided to unload his horse lettin the 4 dogs we had out, well of course the dogs hit the woods and run off, the bulls were standing about 400 yards just watching us, they were gettin uneasy so we decided to take to em, we saddled up and tried easing around em to push em towards the middle of the pasture but they broke and started trotting down the fence line they were standing by, which was the best part of the fence, I ran up hollering like a wild Indian between them and the fence trying to turn em but didn't have enough room, as we got close to the corner I decided to rope the bigger one, as I picked my rope up I thought I was to late but managed to hang it on him as he was goin over this 5 strand fence, my horse has never went from a dead run to a hard stop better in his life when that barbed wire got in his face, sure was thankful he stopped the bull or it could've got western in a hurry! Luckily there was a gate about 50 yards down I managed to get him thru, then dogs showed up and we caught the other one with some cows a ways thru the woods, like I said not real exciting but I love these type stories just wanted to keep it  goin,

[J.Prince]

I've got one from a few years back. I was bull riding at the time, and every weekend there were a bunch of folks that got together and had a little jackpot bucking. I was just about always in attendance, because at the time all I thought was getting on as many bulls as possible. I was making a little bit of a name for myself, unfortunately it wasn't for being one of the best, but instead for being one of the wildest I'd hop on just about any bull anyone wanted me to. I'll always remember my grandad telling me "Son you might not ever be much of a bull rider, but your a helluva crash test dummy."

So there I was one Sunday, the evening was winding down I had done my usual thing and got tossed off 5 or 6 bulls, but was still ready to go. As I was packing up a man came over and told me about a young bull he had in his trailer. All he said was he's... well... a little rowdy I guess you could say, and never had anyone on him so I don't really know what he'll do. Nobody else around here wants on him, but I'd like to see what he'll do I have some high hopes for him. I didn't even have to think about it. I told him get him in the chute let's see what he's got. So the man, and his helper started unloading "Spunky". I started getting geared back up, and the whole time I could hear all sorts of commotion. The whole time I'm making the walk to the chutes, I keep seeing this bull lurching over the front of the chute trying to make an escape. When I get over there I see Spunky. At first glance, he didn't look like much just a squirrly little guy colored up kinda funny, about like a Holstein. With these little up horns that didn't look like much and about as big around as a half dollar coin in diameter. It was kind of laughable really to think the man was thinking this scrawny little guy was going to be a bucking bull. Then the bull turned and looked me right in the eye, and I saw he had "the look" in his eye. The look that clearly says, I'm here to mess some sh*t up, and your best bets not to get in my way. Lol. Well I started getting my rope around him, and it was obvious 'ol Spunky wasn't enjoying himself inside the chute. He was thrashing around, kicking, snorting, banging around, and still trying to leap out the top. I said to the gentleman as I started over the side of the chute, well one things for sure... he's rowdy alright. I was use to getting on the nasty mannerless bulls of this sort because they were usually the one's other guys wouldn't even try getting on, or climbed off of before they even got started so his shenanigans wasn't really bothering me any, and I was focused on the task at hand. As I started sliding down the little fellow he mellowed out for a second just long enough for me to sit down. As my butt his back, he went from rowdy to bat number 2 crazy! He was biting, kicking, hitting anything he could get ahold of. As I was getting adjusted, he smashed his head into the gate and splintered his right horn from the tip to about half way through it. Then the blood started gushing, and the chute started to look like a clip out of a horror movie. Then the adrenaline really started pumping. And I remember about 6 or 7 different people asking if I wanted off as I was getting thrashed around trying to get tied in. I wasn't about to let this little scrub punk me like that though. So I finally got set, gritted my teeth, pulled up on my rope, and nodded my head. As the gate was swinging open I dug in with my spurs, and Spunky dropped his nose down in the dirt and threw a cloud of sand and dust up as he blew out of the chute like a shot out of a cannon. I remember looking down from what seemed like 12 foot high about mid jump, and thinking uh oh this might get a little western. As he was descending I prepared for the next jump. To my surprise though when his hooves hit the ground he didn't make another move. Just stood there still as could be. I thought about hopping off then but after the beating I took in that chute I wasn't letting him off that easy. So I stuck my spurs right in his ribs a few times, but instead of bucking Spunky just start loping around like an old pack mule with me on his back. Lmao I hopped off after that, and everybody went from the classic wth just happened look to hysterical laughter. The old man was a little embarrassed at first but then laughed it off as well and gave me $20 for my efforts so I was happy as could be, $20 richer, and a lifelong memory can't beat that.

[Hawkins]

Mine isn't even half as good as some of y'alls stories, but I'm bored so I'll tell it.

Last year during the drought we sold off all our cows here at my house pasture, all but a black angus bull that has never been penned. He always stayed in the back part of the pasture so I would leave the gate open most of the time. One morning while it was still dark I left for work and met him on the dirt road. I got around him and drove him back, instead of going in the gate, he goes to the end of the road, which is a dead end we own from the highway to the dead end. So I park my truck with the headlights angled towards him. Well I was going to slip down the fence and open the gate and run him in to the end pasture. I got about half way to the gate and he didn't like it and was coming to see me. The bad part was, he got out of the headlights and into the pitch black that was about 30 yards to me. You can't see a black bull while it's pitch black. All I could do was back up against the fence and put my hands out to brace the hit and listen to him running at me. He came right at me and ducked off at the last second and grazed my hands as he went by. Scared the chit out of me. He ran back up the road and into the gate. Few weeks later he busted some fences and he was caught and sold.

[magnuml]

First i want to say i love the stories and admire real Cowboys. I have a few Cow experiences over the years but 2 stick out. I was on a State hunt at Tosohatchee in florida years ago with some friends. We hunted the River because less people ( Afraid of gators) and a lot of walking. We started out and we had a dog bark, we run quite dogs and they only bark when looking at one, a couple more went to them and we heard a sound like a train coming from the Palmettos at the edge of the woods coming to us at the flats on the river, I though it was a big hog and out came a brindle colored Brahma. The young dogs that had stayed decided to join in and it was on right out in the open on the sandy river flats. We all were hollering and trying to get our dogs off and my dog and another friends had caught the bull and started bring him down, Mind you the whole time i had my 30/30 because it was a kill hunt for the state but i  was not going to shoot someones Bull. finally after some work and a gut check or two we broke the dogs off and the brahma decided not to run us down probley due to exhaustion. I said right their, I am not no Cowboy and did not want that to happen again. Later that day after we caught a few hogs we were at the check station telling some people about our Cow catch and they told us we could have shot the Bull because they were feral. They had gotten over when the River dried up years earlier and the owners either didn't want to mess with them or did not know and they had been repopulating ever since. Their was about 12 or 15 and this was back in the late 90's and they always stayed on the river and in the woods close bye. I seen them several times a few years later and have not hunted that property since about 2003. I am hunting it again this coming February and am curious if the cattle are still their. My new dogs should be ok.

The second is nothing special except the look on the care takers face. We were hunting the Monarch ranch a several years back and had jumped a hog. we were on foot and ended up going thru a big heard of cattle in the middle of the night to get to the dogs and doing so the dogs we had spooked the cattle even thought they had not messed with any. As we walked they kept getting closer and closer and i was feeling uneasy so i shot in the ground and scared them off. Before you knew it the care taker steve came driving up and asked what the shooting was because he knew we live caught , I told him a cow came at us and i shot it, His eyes got Huge and he started to cuss and freak out, i told him what i did and he was relieved because he did not know what he was going to tell the owner about a dead cow. It probley did not sound as funny reading this the way i write but the look on Steves face had me in tears.
Great Thread Noah and again, I admire you true working Cowboys who do it all from cattle to hogs with your dogs.

[Tusk Hog]

  This one is more about city slickers that wanted to be cowboys. Several years back a neighbor, who had inherited the ranch across the river from me, dicided to become cowboys. He and his son bought cattle, just plain angus cows and put Brangus bulls on them. Now for 60 or so head of cows he has got 5 bulls. In August he will pull his bulls of his cows, but instead of putting them in a lot or pasture to where they won't tear his neighbors fences up he puts the bulls in the pasture next to me. I'm the one who spents all winter repairing fences and putting his bulls back in his place. By spring I've had enough. Bull tears the fence down and gets in with my cows. When  I find the bull he's made and wants to fight my truck. Well after getting rolled a couple of times he got the ideal he was no match for a Dodge one ton with a ranchhand grill.
  Having enough of this crap I call the neighbor and explain to him to come get his bull and to put him somewhere he will not come back. He starts in about how gentle his bulls are.
  About 1 o'clock the next afternoon he shows up with his son, both horseback. Wife and daughter in tow with a truck. Now all he has to do is push him a couple hundred yards and he is back in the neighbors place. 4:30 and they haven't come out of my pasture. Decide I better go check on the problem. Sure enough there they are two cowboys having a Mexican stand off with a dang bull and the bull is winning. I pull up next to them and ask what's taking so long. Then make the comment "Believe he knows you scared to death of him." So all I do is revv the truck up and the bull leaves out like he had a load of shot on the rump. Told him to go fix the fences the bull tore down. Driving off I made sure he heard me say " Some people have no business do a working man job".

[SCHitemHard]

SCHhitem spill the stories and get this thread started back up.

ill need time to type it up. 

[SCHitemHard]

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.