When I was a kid, my dad had red cows. I didn’t know anything more than that, but I knew we had red cows.
My dad’s favorite story was about an Aussie (Australian Shepherd) dog we had. Dad would be telling how good of a cowdog Shaw was and people would scoff. Dad would tell Shaw to go over the hill and bring back the black cow. Shaw would trott off and come back and sit at my dad’s feet. People then would laugh at my dad and his “good” cow dog. Then dad would say, walk over that hill and find a black cow.
Like I said, we had red cows. Later I learned they were Santa Gertrudis. Then, my dad, had a guy pull in, offer him an amount to buy dad’s cows and he sold them. All of them. Except for my mom’s one dairy cow. Her name was Danielle and she was a Jersey.
Next thing I knew, we were out of the Gert business and we had Long Horns. I don’t really know where they came from or anything. I was just a little kid. We didn’t have the Long Horns very long and we sold them too. By this time Danielle had gone on to greener pastures (aka she died) and so we were cowless. This happened about the time my parents sold their house (give or take a few years). My parents kept one Long Horn Steer named Laredo.
Jump forward a few years (I don’t really know how many) and we were back in the Santa Gertrudis business. And that’s what we’ve had ever since… until this year. First, it started with the 3 bottle calves… they are Jersey cross. But that was more for a fun project for the little (and me) to do.
Then we had a freak lightning storm blow through and the next day dad’s Gert bull was dead. Fairly certain he was struck by lightning looking at him and his surroundings.
So we were without a bull.
To meet our new Bull. We drove down last week to the ranch he came from and took a tour. We made arrangements to buy him pending a vet check (to make sure he had good swimmers, after all, he is a bull)… Then we picked him up and now we have a bull. And get this… part of his registered name is Prince Charming. Awe.