There it is, the Jeep Outlaw gang. Welcome to the outlaw side of the trail my friend!
Dang, glad ya not busted up. Sounded like a deal few years back I had but more severe for ya. I was loading these three snotty steers. They kept putting me up on the fence and I mean time and time again. My legs were getting banged up cause they kept hunting me up on the fence. This was back when Canela the Flying Cowdog was still in her prime. We called her that cause it seemed like every pic we had of her her legs were all in the air, she just flew over the ground. Just a pound mutt but turned out to be the best cowdog I ever had. This was way after she retired and she was dreaming of the good old days:
Finally got smart and called the dog. She came in bit the lead steer on the nose. He bellers, she lets go and turns and runs down the pen, around the sweep down the alley, through the squeeze and ducks out just at the trailer. The three steers, bellering and slinging snot come running right on her tail with their heads down charging and stomp right into the trailer. I shut the gate. Canela just sits there smiling her crooked tooth smile saying what took ya so long to ask? Yep should of been horseback.
What do ol cowdogs dream about? Stopping those crazy runaway remnants!
All that can happen fast. Rough country to cover horseback fast, washes to jump, squirrel holes to avoid and rocks, boulders, brush ya name it. Did I mention retention is important in a sheath? Sometimes it's handy to have The Wolf Pack to make those runs and stop those last few that are trying to out run ya.
Thank you sir!
Ya bet thanks!