

Cowboy Romance: (Of Horsesweat and Hornflies)
Cowboy Romance (of
horsesweat & hornflies)
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Cowboy vs. Farmer
I have a philosophy given to me by an old
cowboy who said, “Cowboys should never farm and farmers should never
handle cows.”
I believe him not just because I have always
felt that the only good tractor is one with somebody else driving it,
but because I hadn’t and haven’t yet met the person who is more than
half proficient at both. I’ve seen some really good cowboys farm and
I’ve seen some really good farmers run cows, but I’ve never seen one do
the other well. I have met people who think they are good at both, but
those guys are usually not really good at either one.
I’ll pick on the cowboys first. We are so bad
at farming that a friend of mine followed his banker’s advice and
started farming to make more money. Not only did he wind up losing his
ranch because of farming losses, he underwent the humiliation of having
farmers drive their sons out to show them how not to do things.
A good farmer always has a grease gun handy
and knows how to use it. On the other hand, a cowboy always has a hard
time finding one and then can hardly remember which end to use, let
alone find all of the places he’s supposed to grease. Farmers also have
a knack of identifying sounds of worn parts in their machines. They
will hear a noise and send a mechanic or their wife to town to pick up
the necessary part. The gizmo will be replaced before it can break.
On the other hand, if a cowboy even notices
the same sound, he won’t have a clue as to what it is until it breaks
into many pieces. Occasionally the “it” consists of several different
parts. These are the times the people in the parts store dread. No
matter what anybody says, parts ain’t parts, and a box containing
several different parts which are in several different pieces is a
parts man’s nightmare. Getting parts may also involve answering
questions as you do when you fill out a questionnaire for a new doctor,
only this one’s mostly numbers: year, model, serial, kind of machine (I
dunno, it was spitting out square bales), brand of machine (I dunno
that either, but it’s a green one).
Will Rogers used to say that everyone is a genius, only in different
areas. I guess that must be true about being stupid, too. Working
cattle is sort of like an intelligence contest based on the level of
the cow. If you are smarter than the cow, you win and she does what you
want. The easier she does what you want, the smarter you are.
Now, to put it politely, handling cattle is
not the area in which farmers are known for their genius. In fact,
their lack of bovine brain has become even more apparent since the
advent of driver’s-side airbags in pickup trucks. Rather than ride a
horse out to check their cows, a lot of farmers will drive through
their cattle in a pickup. If the cows are fine, then the farmer drives
straight back to his tractor. If not, he will use the truck as a
cutting horse. Of course, the truck doesn’t have quite the cow savvy of
a good horse, but no cow can outrun a good truck. If the cow runs too
far, you can bump her with the truck to get her to turn. This does set
off the airbag, which in turn shuts off the engine. The farmer has to
tow the truck to town and spend seven or eight hundred dollars to
install a new airbag. A veterinarian I once knew in a farmer-dominated
state said he knew one farmer who actually had to replace three airbags
in one month from working cows with his truck.
The most dangerous thing in the world is a farmer roping at a branding.
Actually, there is something worse: a whole bunch of farmers roping at
the same time. I was about to go to a branding at a neighbor’s place in
an area where nearly everyone was more farmer than cattleman. One of
the two actual cowboys I met while in that state warned me to be
careful because these guys are dangerous. He was right; they really
farmer down when they cowboy up.
When a good cowboy or buckaroo goes into the
branding pen, he does so at a walk. When he has a shot at a calf, he
won’t spin his rope more than once or twice before throwing it. He will
rope both of the calf’s back feet and drag it out at a walk By roping
the calves in this manner, he reduces the risk of injury to the calf,
minimizes stress on the group of calves, and makes it easy on the
ground crew as the calf is already on the ground and simply needs to be
rolled onto the proper side for branding with no wrestling required.
None of that go-easy stuff for the farmers,
though. If they’re western enough to rope em’, they’re man enough to do
it eastern. At the first one of these brandings I went to, I was
flanking calves with a high-school kid when there came a farmer out of
the pen at a trot. He had his calf roped high by one leg, and the calf
was passing him up. I hollered at the kid to watch out, but I was a
little slow getting out of the way myself . With a 200-pound calf on
one end of the rope, a 1,000-pound horse on the other end, and my neck
in the middle, I considered myself lucky to get away, even if it did
look like I had been hung. In ranching country that stunt would have
ended with the roper’s rope being cut in half and the roper banished to
working on the ground, but not here. In fact, people were going into
the pen at a trot and dragging calves out at a lope.
There were more wrecks at either of the two
brandings I went to in that state than in all of the other brandings I
have been to in my life. Several sets of flankers were run over. I was
nearly dumped when I roped my first calf and was dragging it out along
the fence at a walk. My horse started trying to buck, and I noticed a
calf between me and the fence with a rope high around one leg. I traced
the rope to its end, which was around another roper’s saddlehorn. He
was passing me up at a trot, trying to drag the calf from underneath
me. And I wondered why my horse was acting up. Several people were
bucked off, but the best one was the guy who roped a calf high on one
leg and got tangled up in his rope. The calf jerked him off his horse
and dragged him out of the pen, past the branding fire. Adding injury
to insult, his horse panicked and ran over him while racing the calf
the heck out of there.
The moral of this story is that cowboys shouldn’t farm and farmers
should never be allowed to have cows.