What are the odds?

[jeepgirl13]

That's the way to do it! Volunteer and have some fun doing what is fun.

Cutting horns, vaccinations, fixing fences, catching strays, cutting bulls into steers, yep, fun.
Not!!!

I had fun to begin with till the job got to be a job.

I LVED round up time. Go out over 5000+ acres for 3 or 4 days at a time trying to herd them all back to the ranch.

One time on one of our dude rides, this city guy was there with his fiance cuz she always wanted to ride a horse. Well, were out in the desert and its breeding season, so all the cows are ancy and the bulls are more aggressive than normal. He keeps flapping his big mouth about how all our warnings and going around the cows is all for show, saying they're tame, it's just part of the ride, talking crap the WHOLE 2HR RIDE.....

Well, we get back to the gate, and one of our biggest brindle bulls was there with his ladies, and we told everyone to just chill and wait for them to go. Well, big-mouth Bobby decided to pop off again, and that bull turns towards him swinging his head and starts to charge. I've never seen someone with such tanned skin turn white so fast. He ended up tipping me and the other wrangler 50 bucks each cuz we ended up saving his skin. He apologized too.

Another time we got stuck in a crazy freak storm on a ride with a group of girl scouts. That was another great day

Edited because I should not be allowed to type until after my second cup of coffee.... at least

 

[jeepgirl13]

I certainly hope your aim is worse than the monkeys. They're deadly with that stuff! Last time I went to the Primate House at the DC zoo, I nearly caught a splat right in the face. Thank heavens for Plexiglas!

Those guys are leaders of our yearly seminars. Success in Poo Flinging at All Levels. I'm still trying to master the curve-pooball they showed us last year. Those guys have skill!!

 

[jeepgirl13]

You got to be careful in my chicken house! They are as bad as monkeys. They will projectile $hit at you! A literal $hit Storm!
I had one spray me from over 6 feet away once!
Bad Chicken!

That's just crazy! You should hold chicken $#!t shooting contests and put them on youtube. Youd be an instant star!!

Thank god I wasnt drinking my coffee at that time or I would have had a brown projectile coming from my nose for about the same distance....

 

[jeepgirl13]

I WANNA SEE A PICTURE OF THE INVISIBLE DOG!

I loved him SO much I went and got my own

 

[tn_artist]

I'm not sure I can poop on command so I might not have the ammo to participate? Unless poo sharing is allowed...I assume you groom first and fling second. The reverse might get messy and defeat the purpose of grooming.

I just spit my drink out! At work! Funniest thing I have read in a long time.

 

[jeepgirl13]

I just spit my drink out! At work! Funniest thing I have read in a long time.

I'd add a note in the beginning that this thread may cause spontaneous, uncontrollable snorting, giggling, and laughing that may result in injury or damage to personal property, resulting from, but not limited to, spitting drinks on monitors, phones, or other electronics, and possible loss of consciousness due to an inability to breathe from laughing, BUT, I cant cuz Alo disappeared with his birds and never came back.

So I just hijacked the thread to keep it alive in hopes ONE DAY, Alo will be back with photos of his chickens.

 

[townchicks]

I LVED round up time. Go out over 5000+ acres for 3 or 4 days at a time trying to herd them all back to the ranch.

Seeing as this thread has been totally hijacked anyway, I'd love to hear more stories about the ranch. If you want. I always wanted to go to a dude ranch. Of course I always wanted to live on a farm also, until I realized it's not just having horses and cows and as many dogs and other animals as you want. My dad, who grew up on a dairy farm, kept telling me that, but when I was a kid, I thought he was just making up excuses why we couldn't move to the country, lol.

 

[jeepgirl13]

Seeing as this thread has been totally hijacked anyway, I'd love to hear more stories about the ranch. If you want. I always wanted to go to a dude ranch. Of course I always wanted to live on a farm also, until I realized it's not just having horses and cows and as many dogs and other animals as you want. My dad, who grew up on a dairy farm, kept telling me that, but when I was a kid, I thought he was just making up excuses why we couldn't move to the country, lol.

Nope it's A LOT of work. Especially anytime you have 30+ horses. Horses are always getting themselves into trouble or getting hurt. That's a lot of feed, poop, brushing, training, and sometimes chasing, especially when they just dont wanna work that day.

The ranch was in the foothills of the superstition wilderness back in arizona, directly on the backside of the mountain I lived in front of. Lots of rolling hills, cactus, javelina, mule deer, snakes, coyotes and even a mountain goat occasionally. The people from back east were always blown away by how much life there actually was out there. A favorite part always seemed to be how these huge saguaro, greasewood and ocotillo plants would be growing straight out of the side of the mountain in nothing but the cracks in the rocks.

 

[Mosey2003]

I wanna know what kind of chickens went for $675 at an auction

 

[jeepgirl13]

I used to ride this horse named Tiki there. She was a crazy paint horse who threw and kicked everyone who tried to handle her. This was thanks to a psycho who owned her before the ranch ended up with her, but that's neither here nor there.

Of course, I volunteered to work with the horse. It didnt take long for her to be my friend either and she would do anything and go anywhere I asked. She was actually the horse who saved big mouth Bobby in my other story.

We were out on a different ride with a group of people, when one of the ladies on our ride starting getting heat sickness. We were about 30 min into the 2hr ride, and had about 11 or 12 ppl that time. I told G, the other wrangler I would take her back to the ranch to meet the ambulance.

I got her back safely, and was stressed about leaving G alone with that many people. It is really hard to control a group of people on horseback that have no clue what their doing by yourself. All of our horses were really good, but if you've been around horses, you know how they can get sometimes. So, I started back up the "return" part of the trail, to meet up with G and the group. I ended up running into the other wrangler and her group that left before we did, and her horse wouldn't go past mine while I was mounted.

So, I get off, walk Tiki up to the top of the hill so we are clearly visible to the other horses, and they continue on their way. I go to remount Tiki, and shes throwing her head and dancing cuz she wants to follow the other group and I said no. Well, she throws her head one more time just as I'm swinging over her and all of a sudden I hear a LOUD crack, my vision goes black, and I can feel consciousness trying to slip away. I slowly lowered myself into the saddle and fought it off. As my vision came back, I could see blood POURING all over the saddle, the horse and myself. She had busted my nose bad! I took of my long sleeve and used it to try and stop the bleeding.

Funny though, the horse felt super bad. As soon as she connected with my face, she dropped her head and stood statue still until I regained my wits. She never once did anything like that again either. The looks on everyone's face when I got back to the group was priceless. I can only imagine what they were thinking.... We're out in the middle of nowhere, and I lead one of the group away and come back an hour later covered in blood...

Edited cuz I'm still working on that 2nd cup of coffee... I lost it somewhere