Mad Mac
Gold Member
Well, today was another one of those days cattlemen don't want to have. The good news is we found the poor old number 304 cow before the buzzards did. The bad news is she was still alive making angel wings in the dirt. This meant that we had to commit a monstrous act of mercy and administer the coup de gras. A rifle, hovering touch close above the medulla oblongata proved instantaneous and painless.
Instead of dragging her over the ground with a chain, we carried her ceremoniously in the grapple bucket to her final resting place. The fire from yesterday was still smoldering. We laid her in and added more material, dead trees, limbs, branches and so forth, building up a funeral pyre appropriate to the occasion.
So as not to offend anyone's sensitivities, images are not posted here. Instead, links are provided to my Google pictures.
Do not click on these links if you are upset by images of dead animals. Fair warning.
Downed cows struggling to get up often make angel wings in the dirt.
Placing the 304 cow on the funeral pyre.
The funeral pyre. The buzzards and coyotes won't get you now.
RIP 304.
Instead of dragging her over the ground with a chain, we carried her ceremoniously in the grapple bucket to her final resting place. The fire from yesterday was still smoldering. We laid her in and added more material, dead trees, limbs, branches and so forth, building up a funeral pyre appropriate to the occasion.
So as not to offend anyone's sensitivities, images are not posted here. Instead, links are provided to my Google pictures.
Do not click on these links if you are upset by images of dead animals. Fair warning.
Downed cows struggling to get up often make angel wings in the dirt.
Placing the 304 cow on the funeral pyre.
The funeral pyre. The buzzards and coyotes won't get you now.
RIP 304.