urbanblacksmith

One of my friends was drafted to run his family beef farm after his dad 'went away' for a while, he knows very little about running a farm because he hasn't lived in the area for years. He stumbles through his chores only randomly able to communicate with anyone that knows what they are doing.
I've taken it as my task to provide whatever support that I can. This usally involves me asking stupid questions and breaking things. A few nights ago he called me on my way home from work asking me to help him round up a steer for market. We got the poor beast into the barnyard and tried to herd him into the 'meat wagon.'
Cows are much smarter then I realized. This paticular steer quickly determined that I was the weakest link and charged me every time we got him towards the wagon. This was a smart move. I came close to pissing my pants multiple times that night.
We eventually got him in the wagon and to the market, and now he is in my freezer.
Cow tastes better when it almost kills you.