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To: E who wrote (33438)	3/28/1999 3:55:00 PM
From: Jacques Chitte	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 108807

Beef snot is surreal to the uninitiated. Every now&then I watch the bullriders on TNN - usually out of inertia 'cuz they're on after a mud race or the Budget Dragster Show or some such delight. I like to watch gallons of stuff thrown - apparently without discomfort to the bull - out of the bull's face. It forms great streamers and sheets in the air, and if some hits a rodeo clown, the poor fella is visibly nudged. There's a good gallon of it in an untwirled bull. They must have a special snot pouch full gallons of this Dan Aykroyd ectoplasm, and woe be the farmhand who misplaces that nose ring. Drowning could be imagined.

To: E who wrote (33438)	3/28/1999 7:03:00 PM
From: Ish	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 108807

When I was a little tyke I spent several summer at my grandmother's in a town of 300. Her neighbors had dairy cattle and I would crawl into the pen and they would lower their heads to get scratched behind that bump where their horns grew out of. Cute cows. I also got into a field where some range cattle had been put. When I would turn my back they would charge, face them and they stopped. Just curious, friendly even. If a cow runs you do get snot, drools and wet green poops.

To: E who wrote (33438)	3/28/1999 9:13:00 PM
From: nihil	Respond to of 108807

You townies! You think food comes from supermarkets and heat comes from radiators (J. Crutch. A Sand Country Almanac -- a must read). the cows were just trying to wipe their noses and butts. Your townie friends did not provide them with Kleenex and wipes. As anyone knows who has read Greek, you don't start lifting a pet calf with a full grown steer. To raise a pet you must start with a baby, (let the mother clean it up first), and feed it with a bucket with a foam rubber tit on it. Protect it from flies. Hug and groom and curry it. Call it endearing names. Clean up after it. You've got to become the cow (but -- caution -- farm boys quickly learn that idea only goes so far! Never heard from the girls). Herds of cows who are milked daily are an irresistible force. They will come home and nothing can stop them. They will be fed. If not milked, they will sound off like a convoy of trucks. (So stupid, they never think of milking each other -- probably think its immoral). there is nothing much more dangerous than a feral cow that has just given birth. We fed our Hereford (beef) cows every day a little corn, but mostly they grazed and browsed and pretty much on their own. The boss was a cow with a crumpled horn, who one day broke off and bore her calf (we had two bulls). Graf (GSHPointer) and I were hunting quail, when he caught scent of her, tracked her and threatened her calf (this dog wouldn't hurt a baby rabbit, but would kill anything that resisted him) The cow attacked him, chasing him while shielding the calf (which hadn't yet stood up) and after exhausting him (he ducked into the creek, only his head sticking out and steaming) she turned on me. She must be kidding, I thought. I had placed my gun -- a Krieghoff Model 32 (quite fine) on the ground to seize Graf's collar -- and then kept a tree between me and the cow. I did take off my jacket and tried a few passes (she hooked to the left), but I had forgot my sword. Finally she went back to her calf, I took off my belt, and made a slip collar for Graf and dragged him off, picked up my uninjured gun and learned not to help a cow give birth again. Don't know about Graf, he always defended my wife and the kids and herded the cows away. He had obviously been involved in something very primal without his pack, and learned how useless a solitary wolf was. A good lesson for me, too. A single dog is not dangerous to a determined foe. Its the pack that kills.