Another adventure on the Northern Utah ranch we worked for occurred one fall day when we were gathering some of the upper pastures South of camp. We'd made a big sweep and brought a bunch of cows into the holding pasture. I was riding a little mustang mare called Spook, and had my dog with me. I ran on to a big bull just above camp, and went to push him down the trail. He stood eyeing me as I came closer, and my dog nipped his nose. That old bull moved so fast. In a couple steps he whipped my dog through the air and came for my horse. He rammed her and we decided we'd need some backup. We finished pushing what cows we had and found Tyrell, Stetson, and Brayden. We got the truck and trailer parked in a gate ready to load him in and attempted to push him to it. I say attempted because he was the orneriest bull I've encountered before or since. Most people are under the impression that bulls will charge at you and are generally dangerous. The truth is that most bulls are lazy and fairly easy going. It's the cows you have to watch out for. But this big guy wasn't having any of our shenanigans. Tyrell and Stetson both had a loop on him on the run when we got close to the trailer. Both tried to slow him down and guide him into the trailer, but he jerked those ropes and cleared the fence instead.
He was hidden down in the willows along the creek and we finally forced him out. Stetson had a line on him on his big, grey gelding. Well that bull took a couple steps toward him, picked up that horse with his head and tossed him across the creek like it was nothing.
We never did get that bull loaded, or to the corral.
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