loaded. Now they want their ram. I'm like OK I'm gonna need a little help (now this photo is not the ram they bought but it is his father, the young ram is a year old probably about 120 pounds and half this much horn. I remove one of the 16 foot stock panels take it in the ram enclosure and attach it up in a corner so we have a three sided enclosure. Then I go in the house and get some feed and pour it up against the fence. I walk out of the enclosure and turn my back on the sheep ( you aren't as threatening if those forward facing predatory human eyes aren't watching them) in run three of the yearling rams, I whip around and grab the fence and block their escape holding on to that fence like well like I'll get kicked and jumped over if I don't because that is exactly what will happen. I reach in and grab the one we are fishing for by a horn, he is on his hind legs so he has no traction. Her husband grabs the other horn then we slip a noose over him. Between the noose and the horn we walk him out to the trailer pretty calmly. (OK once or twice he did jump 4 or 5 feet straight up in the air like a deer but no harm was done) Whew he was loaded. They You know though, I would rather slide around in barnyard mud, be up at night with ewes lambing, and dive after wild sheep than do paperwork, file reports, or deal with bureaucracy. It's too bad farming is so hard to make a go at financially, I could be a happy sheepherder.
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LOL. Your written stories are just as funny as your verbal history reports... write a book!
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