Sweet jesus did I have a good idea yesterday. That is until I saw what my idea was and would have looked like a fool if I had of backed out.
I was talking toa farmer buddy of mine who has c ows and seeing how is calvinig season I mentioned that if he happens to have some bad luck and loses a calf here and there then I would be happy to take care of it for him (ie bear bait)
Well, his brother phoned me and said one of his bulls keeled over in the night and he wanted to know if I wanted it for some bait. I said suuuuure I'll be out after supper to get it.
Boys, when the farmer said bull I guess I didn't picture what I should have. I drive a 3'4 ton Dodge Deisel which can take a hell of a lot of weight and that bull sucked my truck down about 6 inches (only about 5 really but the extra weight from 3000 flies trying to get up the bulls arse accounted for the other inch).
Got it back to a friends farm and sucked it up with a backhoe.
I swear, if we had of thrown this bull into a lake it would have floated on top like a bobber. Did I mention it was 22 above here yesterday?
First stab of the knife and well, the smell was so bad I can't really think of a word to describe it. Of couse I had to stick it beacause it was my idea and after a long
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and my boys roaring at the sounds I managed to cut around the bull and drop the top half to the ground (hard as hell to cut for a long period of time when you are holding your breath)
Riden got his chainsaw out and we cut the back half into quarters and we had to leave the rest for the yotes.
Between the smell, the 400 species of blood bugs coming from all directions and the skeeters (the size of choppers) we had no choice but to take the back half for our bait and leave the rest.
The bull wieghed around 1700 lbs (no pics sorry)
My hands still smell so bad I had a hard time eating my breakfast.
When I get the 1/4 out to the bait I'll get some pics and post them
Dam, the things I do in the name of hunting
Mumps

I was talking toa farmer buddy of mine who has c ows and seeing how is calvinig season I mentioned that if he happens to have some bad luck and loses a calf here and there then I would be happy to take care of it for him (ie bear bait)
Well, his brother phoned me and said one of his bulls keeled over in the night and he wanted to know if I wanted it for some bait. I said suuuuure I'll be out after supper to get it.
Boys, when the farmer said bull I guess I didn't picture what I should have. I drive a 3'4 ton Dodge Deisel which can take a hell of a lot of weight and that bull sucked my truck down about 6 inches (only about 5 really but the extra weight from 3000 flies trying to get up the bulls arse accounted for the other inch).
Got it back to a friends farm and sucked it up with a backhoe.
I swear, if we had of thrown this bull into a lake it would have floated on top like a bobber. Did I mention it was 22 above here yesterday?
First stab of the knife and well, the smell was so bad I can't really think of a word to describe it. Of couse I had to stick it beacause it was my idea and after a long
pppppppbbbbbbbhhhhhhhhtttttttttttttsssttttttttttssssssssssssssst

and my boys roaring at the sounds I managed to cut around the bull and drop the top half to the ground (hard as hell to cut for a long period of time when you are holding your breath)
Riden got his chainsaw out and we cut the back half into quarters and we had to leave the rest for the yotes.
Between the smell, the 400 species of blood bugs coming from all directions and the skeeters (the size of choppers) we had no choice but to take the back half for our bait and leave the rest.
The bull wieghed around 1700 lbs (no pics sorry)
My hands still smell so bad I had a hard time eating my breakfast.
When I get the 1/4 out to the bait I'll get some pics and post them
Dam, the things I do in the name of hunting
Mumps