Glad it wasn't one of yours Ray, those stories are so much more fun when its somebody elses animals
I'm not old enough to remember but I guess my dad woke up one morning after a storm to see the horses had gotten loose. One was in our yard, the other was on our neighbors back porch looking in their kitchen window
The cutting horse association had a show at our county fairgrounds and somebody let out all of their cattle the night before. 40 of them found their way onto a train track and got run over. I guess it threw them everywhere, but didn't break anything but a head light on the engine. The rest of them went out wandering town. The cutting horse guys went out on horseback and roped most of em. Several made it into the woods (dragging lassos!) One of them neighbors ended up hitting one with his new cadillac. I guess they never were all acounted for so we've either got feral cattle roaming now or somebody got some free beef
The county fair also had a few disasters with a rodeo that came in (our fair is pretty pathetic, I got a lot of stories). They don't have a lot of money so they brought in a low budget rodeo for the grandstand one night. They got the semi stuck on the infield of the racetrack and thought they could herd the bulls into the holding pens with their barrel horses. Of course they bulls all went hell bent the other way and wandered for awhile but a guy eventually led them into the pens with a john deere gator with the bed full of grain.
So the rodeo is going all right, except for the fact that it sucks and the riders have to spurs the bulls to keep them from standing still. They got to the poker game where they see who will sit at the table longest and they couldn't get anybody to move. So they put their only mean bull in. This thing was crazy, I've never seen an animal that agressive in my life. It charged head down into the table with no hesitation at all and everybody scattered, 4 way tie. They ran him out the exit chute and he promptly put his head under the fence (portable round pen panels, not anchored down) and threw it up high enough to run underneath.
As usual my good luck held and I was standing right in front of him about 15 feet away. There weren't any cute ladies around so I quickly gave up on bulldogging him and decided to run like a girl. He was going left so I started right and found myself between him the drawn 9mm of a sherrifs deputy. I almost **** my pants at that point.
Then I almost ran my brother and dad over and we got our heads together. I ran to the horse barns and rolled the doors down. The bull had already run behind them and was tearing up all the cars parked out back. I got the doors down without the help of the bewildered fat guy who stood there and scratched his head as I yelled at him to get the doors down.
My dad and brother ran to the livestock barn and rolled their doors down. Which brought forth some pretty pissed off specators until they explained that there was an angry bull loose outside and a dairy show going on inside!
The bull eventually made its way outside of the grounds fence with fairboard members and rodeo members hot in pursuit in golf carts and pickup trucks. All they caught was a skunk.
It finally ran about 2 miles through town and made its way back to the outskirts and went through a suburb. Was up on at least one persons back porch and knocked over a bunch of furniture and stuff. Then it found a cornfield to bed down in. They left it there overnight thinking it might calm down. Then they sent a deputy in the next morning on foot with a lasso. He roped the bull, the bull threw him in the air and he wound up in the hospital. So they shot the bull and brought the standoff to a close
Ray
