Something I thought I'd never see

I had an old red cow here that I thought for sure would have to die here. I got her in the trailer this morning and got her to the stockyard. I had always given the chances that she'd kill me if I tried to load her,to be about ten times the chances that I could load her up and get her out of here.
I bought her in a herd that I bought back in 2002. I hired somebody to haul them and he had to make several trips because of her. Every time the guy would call him to say they were corralled,she'd smash something down and the rest would get out.
I had her caught in the corral just one time before,and that was about a dozen years ago. I had them all corralled to preg check and she smashed a gate and let the rest out. She was down in the mud early this spring and I thought that was the end of her. I tried to get a rope on her then to pull her out and she kept swinging her head at me. She used every bit of strength she had in her to get up and charge me. If I hadn't messed with her,I'm sure she would have laid there and died. She had slicked up pretty good on pasture but I was pretty sure she wasn't bred. The other cows had been riding her from time to time.
Every morning for the last few weeks,she'd been laying in the corral just tempting me,so this morning I shut the gate on her and eight other cows. I nudged here and two others up behind a gate behind the trailer with the four wheeler. I figured it was a one time chance and if she got away,that was it. The other two cows came back around the four wheeler and she kept going for the trailer. I hit her with the end gate and she jumped right in.

I feel sorry for the guys at the stockyard. I warned them that she was crazy. They got the message pretty quick. She wouldn't even come out of the trailer. Every place there was anybody standing,she'd slam the side trying to get to them.

I don't know when I've ever been so relieved to see a cow go down the road.

She would not have even made good hamburger.

Sounds like my ex girlfriend! I think every cattle owner has had one. We bought a load of charolis(sp)along time back and one of those crazy suckers is still on the run!

Hope you don't have any daughter's out of her. Temperament is one of the factors that are inherited . I have run into that breeding to the wrong company. Neighbor had a wild one told him to talk to local Amish she went down the road hanging off a loader.

Had a charolis like that I swear it was half deer. jumped an 8ft stall. eventually ended up at neighbors they took her to the sale, come to find out she was bred got the most money out of her.

My parents herd is fairly docile. That said, I remember a couple over the years that weren't. Some would do anything they could to knock me down as a kid when I'd walk down the aisle in front of them. Was told I got pasted by a kicking cow as well once when I was probably 4 or 5.

Their daughters were always just as crazy. Took a while to get those bloodlines out of the barn. I can still remember some of the names too. Domino (and her daughter Dominos) were the worst. Blush, and Bluster were another crazy pair.

Donovan from Wisconsin

Its good to know that we weren't the only ones to have that "one" that cleared fences , smashed gates and evaded the trailer every chance. The last "one" we had like always had a good calf, but she stuck around for about forever i believe!

God uses red hair as a warning.

Whenever she looked at you she saw[color=red:bd19f479bd] RED[/color:bd19f479bd].

Who, the cow or 4520 bw's girl friend?

My dad had one like that once, the last time he smashed a gate and ran out in the field and stood there with his head up like to say I showed you! Dad went in and got his deer rifle and dropped him right where he was standing. He came back into the yard swinging from the front end loader all gutted out!

I'll tell you what,when I got her up when she was in the mud,I got away from her,ran the length of the barn and around in to the lane. She stood there in the barn looking at me like "come on back if you ever want to try again".
She was one scary beast.

I myself had one like that. Dad said remember one we had when I was young. Thing we both done is wait till the critter is calm and not aware of anyone in area, One quick shot 2 or 3 inches above the eyes, Makes good hamburger if they die calm and quick.

Had half a herd like that when I was a kid. If a cow could get in and out of the barn under her own power and gave enough milk to get from the unit to the pipeline, Pop figured she was a good cow. Didn't matter whether or not the cow tried to kill you every time you put the milking machine on, or if she tore down ten miles of fence per year.

I just worked around here for the few weeks that she was laying in the corral in the mornings. Figured I'd lull her in to a false sense of security if I didn't look her in the eye or disturb her. It must have worked. When I shut the tailgate on the trailer,she must have been wondering what just happened.

She wasn't a stupid animal,I'll give her that. Every year when I'd start rounding up calves to wean them,she'd push hers away and take off for the other end of the farm with it.

Kinda makes you wonder about reincarnation- like that cow in a former life was somebody's ex-wife, or Jezebel, or a meat packing plant employee.

The one we sent to the butcher this past April had the same personality. Even had the slaughterhouse guy nervous when she tried to climb the kill chute walls.

btdt , got lots of stories and near misses, glad you outsmarted her and now you can get a hamburger at burger king

My calves every year started getting that way,so I decided to sell the whole herd and start over.The mamas were ok,but the calves were hard to handle.So the day we loaded them,3 calves escaped tearing down gates and fence,but stayed on the farm.I later beefed one,and kept the other 2 for while.We put up tall corral gates,and lured them into the barn with apples in the feed trough.Sweet feed was not enough.I had to sneak over and close the gate on them.My buyer said,catch them and call me and I will be there in an hour.They tried to jump out,and almost made it but I managed to keep them penned til he arrived,and we loaded them.I had told him they were nuts:walk thru the pasture,and they watched you all the way,and walked to opposite side of the field,never taking their eyes off me.I wanted to beef them here but he wanted to haul them to his place.Good riddance !! Mark

My BIL got one in the mid 70's that was like that. 3rd or 4th time it broke out and tore up a bunch of fence he shot it where it stood and turned it into burger. Fact is we were just talking about it the other day.

Rick

Had a wild one at one time.....trampled me in the barn, we did manage to get her on a trailer to the butcher. She was so wild he dare not let her out lest there be a stampede in town , so he shot her on the trailer. Let the tailgate down to drag her out, but she had one reflex left and nailed him in the shin. Kicked by a dead cow..... Ben

I milked a dead cow one time. I had one that cast her withers and died pretty quick. We cut her throat and hung her up. I needed some colostrum for the calf,so we cut her bag off,the neighbor kid held it up and I milked it out by hand in to a bucket.

I had a sow like that I just butchered. I swore she would die here, but I got her on the trailer. She wasn't too mean to me but heaven help anyone else in the area. And just as cunning as any. When it was time to cut piglets or wean you had to surprise her first. At the first squeal she put on the brass knuckles.

I got her in the trailer but she about went over the loading chute. She tried to take the old Amish boy that butchered her. He ground her all for sausage. Turned out pretty nice.

Dad had an Ayrshire milk cow of similar nature, she was coloured a flaming red which should have been a clue. The other cows were quiet pets, some that would walk up to a person expecting their back to be scratched
Why he kept the vile Scottish beast is beyond me except for how she filled the milking machine. Maybe because he was proud that he did manage to mostly tame her. She did learn that if she acted up that she was going to pay. She was smart and mean not stupid and mean. Didn't completely stop her from the occasional kick at the Surge milking machine or while tying her up twice a day.
Ayrshire as she was called had zero respect for my Mother and would ram the manger if Mom fed her.
One night I washed Ayrshire and about the time the 2nd inflation was attached to her udder. Ayrshire realized it wasn't Dad but myself and she went wild. While I don't believe in abusing livestock she learned to understand that it wasn't just Dad who was the 'Alpha" . Afterwards anytime she went to lift a hoof to kick the milker off, just raising the club would remind her and she would stand quietly again.
We were glad to see the psychopathic Ayshire go to market.

Tell me about it, my wife has red hair...

Sounds like the one in the cartoon that used to appear in some of the farm magazines,Ada the Ayrshire. Anybody else remember that cartoon?

I had one like that a year or so ago that must have been related to yours. She'd go nuts when you'd shut a gate behind her. She got me cornered in the barn and I busted a broom handle over her nose and it didn't faze her. Stupid of me to be in there with her to begin with. My dog jumped in like a tiger and gave me a split second to get away. She wrecked a gate and her and the dog disappeared over the hill. That dog, who I had previously considered to be worthless, is my hero yet today. The dog and I finally got her loaded a few weeks later, after welding up a new gate that she couldn't destroy.

I've known a few wild ones.Countess would give a tail whack to anyone that passed behind her stall,and one heifer that my grandfather bought the day she calved that kicked the heck out of my hands and wrists night and morning for 4 months in the parlour.There was also a young cow that objected to anyone but her owner milking her.He was away so I milked for him.She forward kicked while I was putting the milker on then wouldn't let me out of the stall.After our dairy cows went there was one Charolais with horns among the beef cows.She never took her eyes off anyone in the pasture.The cows lifted a gate off its hinges at dusk one night.She finally went back in about midnight but only with the whole family,the neighbour across the road a tractor and an atv to chase her down.

Ada and Hutch. They had a lot of fodder to draw about.

Talking about your cow, I took a young steer and a cow from a neighbor up to the butcher shop about two months ago. She kicked the trailer all the way up to the butcher shop and then refused to come out of the trailer, and a prod didn't get her out, either. I finally repositioned the trailer and let the steer out the side door, and opened the center gate to where she was. That simple hussy flew out the side door and right into the weigh room. Even Harvey was happy to see her go......