So we worked our cattle from sun up to sun down. Boy, were we tired. Our preacher man came out to help. It was quite the experience for him. Don't think he had worked rodeo cattle like ours before. Our calves gave him a run for his money. He got bit, kicked, britches and shirt torn and that was just working the calves!! He was a good sport though. We couldn't have done it without him.
Preacher man after working the calves.
Our sweet innocent calves......
My cattle working crew...Pops, the husband, preacher man, and our BFF Dino.
Look, there I am getting into the mix of things.
Ahhhhh....nothing better than the smell of burning hair and flesh.....
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