Saturday was fall works for us at Rancho Dos Marcos. Got my Gordo knife on sorting cattle.
The wife had hers on too and she was feeding this leppy calf. He was a twin and had contracted tendons on the front kegs from being crowded in the oven. Mom abandoned him and left him in the sage brush since he couldn't walk good. We found him and brought him on home and bottle feed him three times a day now. He's doing great, gonna make it. His name is Frank.
I generally leave the groundwork to the younger and more limber.
Or I'll do it with major reinforcement.
So after getting my butt kicked by this calf, (didn't weaken though and got em wrassled)
It was beer thirty.
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