Holy fuck that hurts! Not the first time, won't be the last but damn. At least it was one of the smaller cows (aprox 1000 lbs) vs a big one at 1500 or one of the bulls at over a ton. Don't think anything is broken but it is gonna be some pretty colors in the morning.

Stop taking them out on the dance floor until they can dance better.

In my gratefully short dairy farmer career, I was stepped on quite a bit. Kicked occasionally and tinkled on too. But my favorite cow trick was when one would lean over on me and mash me against the stall.
Dairy farming was not for me.

Been trod upon, shit on, and slobbered on by cattle. Despite all their shortcomings, I’ve found the company of beeves preferable to the company of most of humanity. Cows are as smart, and generally better natured.

Dad bought dairy bull calves, made steers out of them and put them in a feed lot to get them up to sale weight.

My job was morning and evening chores: Feed them (corn sileage, hay, some grain occasionally) and water them (including chopping ice out of their water tank in the Winter), bed them with straw.

Also had the privilege of cleaning out their "loafing shed" which was an old dairy parlor. That meant it all came out with a pitchfork as there was no room for a tractor.

As a result of all that fun, plus being stepped on, whacked upside the head with shit-encrusted tails, knocked on my ass in the mud and manure, crowded, slobbered on and butted, I learned to hate cows with a burning passion.

When I left the farm, I swore a mighty oath that there would NEVER be a cow in my life again unless it was on a plate.

 
My wife is missing her left little toe, where a horse stepped on it, when she was much younger and riding all the time.

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Originally posted by low8option:
Stop taking them out on the dance floor until they can dance better.

Ha! Trust me, these ladies are a bit large for me to be dancing with.

PHPaul

That just shows that you are smarter than I am. I could be flying for Delta or United now but no, I thought I wanted to play with cows again!

Been there, done that, got the scars.

I worked cows back in college. A friends' parents owned a ranch a couple hours from our university, and I'd go there about one weekend a month and on other holiday breaks, to work, earn a little spending money, and eat some home cooked food. I've been stepped on, squashed against walls and fences, headbutted, peed/pooped on, etc.


Cows are big, strong, and easily spooked/startled. I have a buddy whose father died a bit over a year ago while working cows, like he had his entire life. A cow apparently charged him and knocked him into the air and several feet across the pasture, which resulted in him breaking his neck and back. He passed away a couple days later in the hospital.


Closest I came to being seriously injured by a cow was when we were working one day castrating the young bulls. We were running a group of cows consisting of mothers and their calves down a chute, catching the young bulls in a head gate for castration and letting the others go through. I was straddling the chute above the end section, as being the biggest and strongest, my job was to reach down and lift the bulls by their tails to get their back legs off the ground, to lessen the chances of them kicking the guy who had to go in with the bolt cutters to snip the scrotal connection. So the cattle would run down the chute, between my legs, and either directly out the end or get caught in the headgate.

One of the larger cows made it most of the way down the chute, before getting spooked and somehow contorting itself enough to turn around inside the chute. Her overly wide bulk twisting in the chute shoved the sections of pipe fencing making up the chute out wider, which combined with the fact that it was raining and I was standing on slick metal pipe fencing with rubber boots on, caused my feet to slip off either side of the fencing right as the cow got turned around and charged backwards. I started to fall into the chute and took a startled cow's headbutt directly to the abdomen/crotch, but managed to get bounced (or more likely get tossed) up and over the cow, and catch myself on the side of the chute. Had it gone a bit differently, I likely would have been headbutted forward and onto the ground, to be trampled by the cow as it ran back up the chute.

So I was pretty bruised and sore, and my dangly bits were fairly unhappy, but I was glad it wasn't worse.

I guess it was Karma's way of giving me a taste for what we were doing to those young bulls.

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Originally posted by PHPaul:
would NEVER be a cow in my life again unless it was on a plate.

Glad you added that last. You could also say on a bun, too..