Timber Wolves
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....and I happen to be partial to them.
But you already know that......The song of the wolf is something that triggers emotions deep inside you.
You can tell the size of the animal, by the deepens of its tone, but distance is hard to judge.
The Alpha usually starts, then minutes later the pack joins in response ....it is at that point you realize they are all around you....waiting for you to drop your guard , so they may take what they need.
Ever thought
Maybe it is time to rethink how you raise cattle. And the old tried , true and cheep method of leaving them out all winter might not be the most profitable or safest for you or them.
Bring the doggies home put them up in shelter and feed them. More expence but less attrition.
Run the numbers. And he'll of a lot safer for old cow pokes.
And would not have to shoot so many wolves because there just won't be the food source there any more.
Or I guess you still will be feeding them with still.borns and make the wolves more reliant and less afraid of man
Be safe out there
Yes I know it is all bout your beef is natural fed and a hardy stock
Maybe it is time to rethink how you raise cattle. And the old tried , true and cheep method of leaving them out all winter might not be the most profitable or safest for you or them.
Bring the doggies home put them up in shelter and feed them. More expence but less attrition.
Run the numbers. And he'll of a lot safer for old cow pokes.
And would not have to shoot so many wolves because there just won't be the food source there any more.
Or I guess you still will be feeding them with still.borns and make the wolves more reliant and less afraid of man
Be safe out there
Yes I know it is all bout your beef is natural fed and a hardy stock
Or just sell the whole damn outfit, and retire to the land of white sand, senioritas, and margaritas.
Problem solved....The Alpha was a magnificent creature.
There are a few problems we would have to work out......I may never let you leave, so I'd have to put up with all your fans eventually sniffing around,......and I'd go broke because I'd never get any work done.
But I couldnt imagine a better way of going bankrupt.....after we came to our senses, we'd have to start another place from scratch....we'd have to agree on how big of a house, how many horses.....I'd have to hire only unattractive Cowboys , that need spelling and grammar lessons from you......Then some of your friends would come to see our new place, they'd want to stay....I'd get distracted again because the king size bed is full of your friends......we'd go bankrupt again.....then we would just retire in Victoria, and eventually down size to our summer cottage on Salt Spring....you know ,live out our silver haired years there...you looking good ,and me pissing off the neighbors with diesel trucks, and raising cows on our city sized lot.
Now you see....there's the problem....they'd run me out of Salt Spring for sighting in my rifles in a protected area, and annoying the hippy wanna be tourists....and we can't have that.
Well my logic to that is.....Miss E would only endanger my life by having sex with me till my heart stopped.
It's not so bad if you think about it.
I do have a big ole barn I built about ten years ago...and since the fires there's an awful lot of available timber.
To house 400 cow/ calves ( I've downsized some ) I'd need an awful lot of square footage to keep them from killing each other during calving time.
There are other solutions as well....higher fences, meaner dogs, meaner owners.....I guess I'm just getting older, and more reflective....I'm seeing the time drawing close when I'll need to run the spur on the nail....it's getting harder.
But not yet...I've another decade or more left, then I can leave it for some other fool to find.
Sorry ,
but johnsmit will know what it means...Miss Erica will as well with her families ranching background.
"Your spur runs the nail" means you've retired ,or passed on, and it's a very old tradition to hang the Spurs, which can be a very valuable item ,that a cowboy/ cowgirl uses every day, in the ranch house they last worked at.
I of course for obvious reasons, was referring to my retirement.
There are very old ranches in BC, Alberta, Wyoming, Montana, that have Spurs hanging on the chandeliers in the dining or eating area....They were hung there when the boys went to WW1 and WW2.
Many never came back to retrieve them.....they hang there to this very day.
Easy for you to say....I'm the one that's getting pounded to death, by a ravenous red head.
I'll tell you what....you learn CPR, and I'll get a defibrillator , and let's see if I'll make 65 years old.
thats an 18 year survival window, we should make the salt spring summer house by that time.
Damn.....I've only got eighteen years to live....oh well ,I didn't want to get old anyway.
So I'm in a lot of trouble aren't I ?.........and I thought I had problems with the Wolves.
Hmmm. This thread started out on the topic of timber wolves. Now it seems to have re-focused on one insatiable red she-wolf.
(I write that with all due respect. I admire wolves.)
(I write that with all due respect. I admire wolves.)
