Anything about Oregon
When I think of
cows I always remember when we had one cow we had got at the auction that was
half dairy cow and had quite a big bag of milk on her. My husband had decided
that instead of a range cow she cold work as a milk cow for the family.
He baited her with
grain for a couple of days behind the stanchion. For those that aren't familiar
with a stanchion it is usually metal and one side of it has a hinge where you
can make it larger for the cow to get its head into the grain in the feed box
and then you pull the rope and the other side closes behind the head on the
neck where the cow can't get out again.
At first she would only put her head in for a couple of seconds
but after about 3 days she decided it was ok and contently was eating her grain
when he closed the stanchion on her neck.
She went wild! She bucked, she
thrashed around and finally stood there wild eyed.
He went up and got some kickers on her. Kickers are metal items
that fit over the cows back legs where she can't kick you while you milk her in
a way like hobbles on a horse.
He proceeded to milk her.
When he got done he took off the kickers and opened the stanchion where
she could come out.
She came out alright at about 100 mph, eyes still wild and
bellowing like she was dying and right up
the loading chute and through the gate at the top and down the driveway
still going 100mph and bellowing.
The kids took off trying to get ahead of her to turn her back but
they could not catch her. Off she goes across the road, through the canal and
off towards the sagebrush.
We saddled two horses and left in hot pursuit. We never caught
site of that cow again, we tracked her for miles and lost the tracks. We turned her into the brand inspector and
the auction yard with her brand and description but that ole cow was never seen
again. Who knows maybe one of these range cows are one of her descendants.
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