That’s three separate times I’ve been charged by a bull while delivering a calf in a field. You’ve never seen a skinny ginger dude get up and move like this. I hurled an OB handle and hit the beast squarely between the eyes. I was quite proud…after I dusted my heart off and put it back into my chest. Hopefully the new bull calf is nothing like that freak. Never again…panels, a chute, or the bull has to be moved.
He’s Gotta Go
Published by Justin Jornigan
1987 model, gently used, a little rusty. Husband to Megan. I have the best dog in the world – a mutt named Tucker (Tuck, or Tucker J). We have a farm with 3 horses, 2 barn cats, and 2 house cats. I was born in the most beautiful place on earth – the mountains of Western North Carolina – and have returned here. First generation college graduate. I’m an introvert with a very extroverted job. Large animal veterinarian. I enjoy playing piano, quite walks along the creek, craft beer, life-giving conversation, scuba diving, riding horses, and mowing. I like to write, but don’t get to do it enough. I enjoy non-fiction, biographies, and progessive Christian thought. I hate the texture of most soft things – think dryer lint and cotton balls and ridiculous fleecy blankets. I love the smell of silage, horses, a leather shop, and the hardware store. I live for moments of unexpectedly laughing to tears and crampy cheeks, and to feel and smell the cold air right before it snows. View more posts
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