We went in halves with Rent-a-husband on a lease. Last week, both of our weanling bulls calves were turned out on the acreage. Of course, a few days later, we get a call that one of our misfits (brindle named Monkey Butt) got out. The neighbor was nice enough to get him back in.
Rent-a-husband went the next day to check on 'em. He couldn't find the escapee. Everything else was there. We just hoped he would make his way back to the herd.
Yesterday we went to check things out. See, the lease is about 2 hours from the house so it's not real convenient for us to just pop over. So we get there and start calling for them. No luck. The husband decides to drive down to a corner and see if we can find them where Rent-a-husband said they were hanging out.
Sure enough, we find them along the fence line near a creek. But as we moved closer, they took off running thru the brush. We only got a second to see the pack. I couldn't make out if Monkey Butt was with them. The husband thinks he saw him.
We drive back out to a clearing and call them again. Thinking they will come to feed. But they're not to be seen. So we hunt for them in this...
Oh, and it was windy and raining. And I couldn't see anything but cedar. The calves were probably 10 feet away from me snickerin' the entire time. Little heathens! We never did find them. Finally gave up and left. What a busted trip!
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