since we are on the topic of cowgirls, let me tell you something. it takes 6-8 folks to work cattle through the chute. and since labor is cheap and kids are free, then everybody helps out. so i was working side jobs for extra cash and ended up helping preg check a herd. so you chase these cows around and get them all in a corral then you run 'em down the alley one by one so the vet can check them. sometimes you have to smack some with sticks to get them to cooperate.
slammin steel and gates and hollerin and stuff like that. well i am running the gate what keeps them from backing out, and across the alley from me is this 14 year old girl she is 6' or more a thin little wisp and her boobs are c's easy fallin out of her shirt and not done growing yet, but got a pretty good start. next to me is the vet, wearing a shoulder long glove with a bucket of vaseline, god i hope it was vaseline. so to preg check a cow you stick your arm all up in her bum, so far your face ends up laying on the side of her hip, that deep. then you feel around to see if she has a bun in the oven.
so this little gal's job was to call out the results and order the men which way to send her once released from the headgate.
"wet, keep her!" or "dry, burger!" all decided with an arm up the grommet and called out by a young gal busting out of her shirt. life or death just like that. strange stuff. call it like you see it.
her dad down at the end of the tub, and her mom making dinner (lunch if you're not nordic) and she is standing across from me all day calling out wet or dry, with the sick veterenarian shoulder deep. interesting day. not much room for modesty.
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