We took some of the older bulls to Stephenville yesterday to buck. You really can't expect a whole lot when they had all been out in the pasture. The husband picked some of them up last Saturday. They had been at a lease pasture for about a year now. A couple others were brought right off the pasture the day before. None had been grained so we didn't expect a lot of spring in their steps. But we did want to see if they would even buck. Trying to get rid of what we don't need and cut our feed bill.
Here was Gus. He just came in off the lease place. He's always been my favorite out of this bunch.
After the buckin' was done, we ran the younger bulls that had been at the lease thru the squeeze chute to tip their horns. They were way too big and dangerous to leave. Now, if y'all know me, then you know I HATE blood. I try to make myself scarce when we tip. My theory is blood should remain in the body and not come out for viewing. So while the husband and rent-a-husband did the tipping, I pushed the bulls up the alley. I stayed behind all the spraying blood. UGH!
I ran out of batteries in my camera to get really good bloody shots for y'all yesterday. So I raced home today to try and beat the sun going down in order to take some. Of course, you don't get the same effect but here is what Gus looks like a day later.
He still had a nice pink hue.
Deuce just looks pitiful. He had the longest horns of them all and was really bad at hookin' the other bulls. I think he misses them!
Eyebrows is in the pasture with them. He must have fought with them last night. He was showing me his new dye job.
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