The weather is crappy today,but the temperature isn't bad,so I figured if nothing else,I could run a bunch of fat cattle in the barn and put them over the scale to try to put together a load for Monday. I was working alone of course. Hung a clip board up by the scale monitor next to the head chute lever. I'd read the scale,write it down then trip the chute. They'd go out the front,down the alley and out the door. Some of them were wandering back in,nosing around everything. I had about a dozen weighed,went to drive another one in the chute and one up front grabbed the paper in his mouth. I took in after him,but he didn't drop it. Must have ate the d@mned thing,I never did find it. Soooo,all those cattle,weighed,back out the door and I don't have a clue what they weighed now.