On the afternoon of Sunday October 24th I was taking a trailer of calves to Jordon Auction. Murphy’s Law struck right on Main street in front of the courthouse and the back door to my trailer mysteriously came open. Five weanling calves got out of the trailer and began their trek through the streets of Mason. It started with a very helpful lady who herded them into a back yard just north of the Café. I took what was left on to the Stockyard and so began the whole story. Unknown to me the calves decided to leave the confines of the yard and people form all over began in the round-up. The next thing I knew people were herding the escapees down Hwy 29 to the Stockyard.
The guys at Jordon, through cellular communication, informed me of this. I drove out to 29 to see no less than 5 trucks herding the calves down 29 out of town to the Stockyards. Without causing any serious traffic jam or accident they arrived at the Stockyard, except the calves weren’t quite finished with their sightseeing trip through Mason yet. The next thing I new they split up with one crossing the vacant field across from the Stockyards. Now everyone’s savior showed up riding a grey horse. He roped the stray doggie and I took the trailer over to him in someone’s back yard. We finally got that one loaded and delivered to the Stockyard. Three of the calves got corralled in the holding pens, which left just one on the lamb. I found out the last one was behind the Funeral Home. We stopped the calf from running off while the only cowboy on horseback could show up and rope the last one and drag it into the trailer. Finally, in less than an hour, I got to deliver the last of the wayward calve to the sale barn.
The reason I am writing this story, is to thank everyone that was involved. Through it all I never got anyone’s name to thank them personally so I hope that everyone reads this and either understands my heart-felt gratitude or knows someone who helped, an after laughing really hard, thanks them for me.
Thank you all