He put the steer in a grazing pasture with the dairy heifers. In a short time he noticed that the steer was trying to breed the heifers! Not a good thing on a dairy farm. He decided to take him back to the sale the next week, in the meantime he needed to separate him from the heifers.
His son Bob and he managed to drive him into an old laying hen house they were using for hay storage. Over the week the steer's attitude began to worsen. Finally the day came. They decided they would try to rope him and move him into a box stall in order to load him on a cattle truck.
Then the chaos began! The steer was bangin' the walls, jumpin' the hay bales and charging anything that moved! Thinking clearly, Clark mounted the old tractor and parked it by the chicken house door. The right tool for the job, I say. Then he took his gun from the pickup and placed himself in front of the door.
His plan was to have Bob open the stall, the steer would run to the door and Clark would euthanize the steer humanely as he passed through at 35 hooves per hour. Humm…?
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