"Age-in' a cow is 'bout the thing I hate most. Seems like they can tell the instant you cross the line into the strike zone."
We
all nodded sympathetically with Jeff's pronouncement. Each cowman in
the circle of chairs could remember a blow to the ribs that ruined his
day.
"Well your doin' it all wrong,"
spoke Gary, "Mouthin'em is easy. Just check 'em after you feed in the
evenin'. Timing is critical. Wait till the sun is setting low and drive
along the west side of the fence or feedbunk. They'll look up to check
you out, all of 'em chompin' and chewin' and curious. If you've planned
it right the sun will light up their dentures like you had a spotlight!"
'Such
wisdom,' I thought as I sat in this group of Missouri cowmen. It was
like sittin' in with the Supreme Court justices, Solomon on one side,
Ginsburg on the other."How 'bout preg checkin'," I asked. Is there an easy way to do that?"
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