Mention "mad cow" and more than likely a stampede will result as folks run from beef.
That's smart. There's hardly anything more frightening than an angry 1,000 pound cow -- unless it's a herd of them.
Recently, some cow-tipping not far from the Tri-Cities left cattle very upset and running every which way -- not to mention a few meeting their ultimate destination sooner than expected. I have a feeling this herd was on its way to the "happy hunting grounds" when their trailer tipped over.
Reading the news item in the Tri-City Herald brought back memories of the time we had irate cattle on the loose at our spread.
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We'd rented a large enclosed trailer to take 11 unsuspecting bovine to their final resting place -- a lucky bidder's freezer. Since the auction started early morning in a nearby town, we wanted all our cows — rather than ducks — in a row. We have learned since then that planning ahead with four-footed large animals is not our forte.
On the evening prior to the public sale, husband Bill herded the cattle into the waiting "sweet chariot" hooked to our faithful old Ford truck. Poised on our hill overlooking a neighbor’s fenced pasture and home, the pickup and trailer were packed tightly and ready for action.
Unfortunately, the rockin' and rollin' began sometime before the bars closed and after we had gone to bed.
While the cattle swayed and stomped like patrons who’d had their fill -- and these angry livestock certainly had -- the automatic gearshift slipped out of Park. The truck lurched forward.
While the fuming farm animals danced about on the trailer floor, down the hill they rode -- the ultimate party crashers. Through the neighbor's fence, across the underground sprinklers and only feet away from a two-story house, the get-together stopped.
The stock trailer doors stood open.
A breath of fresh night air would do a body good. So the cows bailed out, leaving us to an alarming aftermath when the sun appeared on the horizon.
The cattle were M.I.A. (And our neighbor moved shortly thereafter.)
But all was not lost. Miraculously, the truck and trailer were unscathed and the wayward cows standing calmly at our haystack were quickly whisked away to market.
I think if they’d have known their final destination, we’d have had more than one mad cow.