Life’s Memorable Moments
We often receive lessons in humility straight from the hand of God, and to ensure we learn those lessons, they are delivered via one of his other creations. For a friend and me, that lesson would come disguised as a one-eyed cow.
My friend Walt and I are friends from the Army. We have shared the hardships of combat and have individually had to hunt the most dangerous prey. Sometime after we exited the Army, I had traveled to Tennessee to offer him a hand on a cattle operation where he had been hired. In return, he was going to help me get some of my Veterans Affairs issues resolved.
We woke up one morning, and our Boss informed us that a neighbor’s cattle had gotten loose and were in one of the pastures we hadn’t fenced yet. Our Boss, however, didn’t want us to do anything about them just yet. Not until she had a chance to contact who she thought was the owner of the cattle. So, Walt and I finished our coffee and set out to continue fencing a different portion of the property. After a few days, the owner of the wandering herd was able to capture most of the cattle except for one. He vowed he would return when she came out of the densely forested hills. If we saw the cow, give him a call, and he would get over as quickly as he could.
A few days went by, and the lonely stray cow made her way back into the pasture, and our Boss called the owner. That same evening, the cow’s owner came to wrangle the animal and once again failed. Walt and I watched from the four-car garage of the farmhouse, enjoying the cool evening with a couple of beers. The debacle playing out down the hill in front of us provided entertainment. After the sun had set behind the Tennessee hills, we saw the dome light of a truck’s cab come on with the opening of the driver’s door, then it went off as the same door closed. The headlights came on, and the truck headed our direction and stopped outside the open bay door of the garage.
“Hello, fellas.” The man said as he stepped out of his truck. “How are y’all?”
“A sight better than you, it would seem,” Walt replied with a laugh.
“Want a beer?” I was laughing too.
“No sir, I brought my own.” The man responded. “I don’t believe that’s one of my cows,” he added.
“That was a hell of a lot of effort for a cow that turned out not to be yours?” Walt questioned.
“Yeah, that’s the problem with these black Angus; they all look the same till you get close enough.” The man returned.
“You sure she didn’t just get the better of you, and now you’re giving up?” I asked.
“Yeah, if you need some help getting her in that trailer, we would be happy to lend a hand,” Walt added.
“No, sir! I truly believe that creature doesn’t belong to our herd.” The man said with enough enthusiasm to make us question his honesty.
“Well, who do you think it belongs to then?” I asked while lighting a cigarette.
“I couldn’t really say; she seems pretty feral.” The man offered.
“Okay then, we will let our boss know,” Walt said. “Have a nice night.”
With that, the man got back in his truck and headed back down the gravel road into the darkness from whence he came.
“Not his cow, my ass. You know damn well that was his cow.” Walt said to me.
“Yeah, that guy doesn’t belong in the cattle business anyway. You don’t herd cattle with a shotgun.” I added. “The Boss should be back soon. We will let her know and then discuss what we want to do in the morning. “
“Yeah. You want another beer?” Walt asked.
“Yeah, I might as well,” I responded.
The night went on and grew cooler. When the Boss returned from town, we told her what had happened. She said she would think about it, and we would discuss it in the morning. Walt and I had a couple of more beers then called it a night. The following morning we sat around the kitchen table having our coffee while discussing the cow.
“I’ll make some calls today to the other farms around here and see if anyone is missing a cow.” The Boss said. “In the meantime, if you see her, try to get a better look at her. If no one claims her, I want to know if she can be added to our herd.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Walt and I responded in unison. We put our coffee in our thermoses, grabbed our water jugs from the refrigerator, and headed back out to our fencing project. It was now mid-March in middle Tennessee, and the days were growing warmer. There were still going to be a few cold snaps, but the harshness of winter was through for the most part. We started our days with jackets and beanies but were typically down to short sleeves and ball caps before noon. Later that afternoon, while taking lunch, we looked out over the pasture, and there was the cow.
“There she is,” Walt said, “Let’s go get a look at our potential opponent.”
We jumped in the ATV and headed over that way slowly. We didn’t want the sound of the engine to startle the animal. When we got about 200 meters from the cow, we stopped, turned off the ATV, and proceeded on foot. We were able to get within about forty feet before she started to show signs of discomfort. Forty feet was close enough to see what we were dealing with, though.
“Boy, she doesn’t look good at all,” I said to Walt, who was less than a foot from my left shoulder.
We squatted down, so we were less threatening, and Walt added, “Yeah, what’s wrong with her eye?”
“I am not sure? But she sure looks sickly. I wouldn’t be surprised if it were some sort of disease.” I responded.
“I don’t think it should be added to the herd. How about you?” Walt questioned.
“I agree, not until we get it looked at by the vet, at least,” I answered.
“Well, that’s all the Boss wanted us to do. I guess we’ll leave her alone for now.” Walt said.
We slowly backed off until we were a safe distance then turned, and headed back to the ATV. We continued sourcing cedar posts from fallen trees, and that night we told the Boss what we had seen.
“She is skin and bone, and her ribs show through well enough to count them. Her hair is black and mated, and one eye is shut either by disease or injury; we haven’t been able to get close enough to tell. It’s mine and Walt’s opinion that we shouldn’t add her to the herd until we get her looked at by a vet.” I informed the Boss.
“Well, no one is laying claim to her. Let’s see if we can get her into a quarantine pen, then I’ll get the vet out here.” The Boss said.
“Roger that, ma’am. We’ll get the pen set up tomorrow, then go looking for her.” Walt said.
“Get the pen ready, yes, but don’t go looking for her. If she shows back up, see if you can get her corralled. Otherwise, just keep working on those fences,” The Boss said..
“Yes, ma’am,” I said. Walt was also in agreement.
Walt and I devised ourselves a plan and toiled over it until surely nothing could go wrong. We perceived her feeble frame and poor posture as a sign of weakness. Surely it would be simple to corral the seemingly shaky-legged beast. I think it was our hubris that caught God’s attention. The next time we saw her, we would put our plan into action, and God would also put his lesson into action.
The next day we built the quarantine pen. We got a large bale of hay and a water trough ready for when she returned. If she stuck to her current pattern, it would be about three days until her next sighting. However, after two weeks went by, we still hadn’t seen her. We thought perhaps she had made it back to her own herd.
One evening we headed back from the fences early to put out some hay for our herd and check their water. Once again, there was the cow; in the pasture, she had obviously claimed as her own. I couldn’t blame her. It was an excellent pasture. Long and narrow, with a creek lined with large trees and the main farm road on one side. On the other side lay the hills, thick with trees. The pasture stretched nearly 500 meters. It had a nice dogleg right about three-quarters of the way if you looked from the west to the east. It was rich with clover and good grass and had already been designated as our finishing pasture once we installed the fence. I was driving the ATV when I saw her and slapped Walt’s arm without looking at him.
“Yeah, I see her,” Walt said. “Let’s go take care of our herd, and if she is still there when we’re done, we’ll give it the ol’ college try.”
With that, I put the pedal down, and we headed to the pole barn, which sat across the road from the finishing pasture’s most western point. A new, burnt orange tractor and about twenty large round bales of hay sat in the pole barn. It only took the two of us about 45 minutes to get the feed and watering done. As Walt was parking the tractor, I walked across the road while lighting a cigarette to see if the cow was still in the pasture where we last saw her. It was dusk now, and we had about an hour at most before the sun was completely set. So, after my smoke was lit, I looked up. Much to my surprise, the creature wasn’t where we had last seen her. She had made her way west also and was only about fifty meters in front of me. I waited patiently for Walt, not wanting to call out and spook the animal.
“Well, I’ll be damned,” Walt said quietly while lighting his own cigarette. “This is going to be easy as pie.”
“Damn it, Walt, you’ve gone and done it now,” I said, knowing a statement like that just ensured nothing was going to be easy as pie.
“Sorry, Mike. If it doesn’t go well, at least we have something to blame it on.” He laughed. “I’ll skirt the creek if you take the hills.”
“Yep, I got it,” I replied.
The plan was simple at this point. Walt would skirt the creek staying in the trees, moving as quietly as possible. I would skirt the hillside, staying where the animal could see me so I could keep its attention. Once we could get around behind her, we would close in and slowly work her into the quarantine pen.
Surprisingly, the cow never focused on me once Walt and I split up. Instead, she stayed laser-focused on Walt, rotating as he walked around her. When Walt exited the trees into the pasture about a hundred feet behind the cow, we started to walk towards each other. It was at this moment the creature let out a great bellowing call.
The scene must have looked like it was pulled from a movie. The cow perfectly playing its part as the underestimated foe. Walt and I looked at one another; we were now twenty meters apart, both curious as to what the animal had just tried to tell us. The three of us stood there still as statues as though waiting for someone to shoot first. A few seconds went by, then Walt and I started our push, keeping perfectly in line with each other as we had done before against well-armed enemies. The cow let out another bellow, then turned and began to walk casually toward the quarantine pen.
“See, easy as pie,” Walt said halfway in doubt of his own words.
“Did those bellows sound like this is going to be easy as pie?” I responded as quietly as I could and still had him hear me. “Why do I get the feeling we are being set up?” I laughed.
“You’re giving this animal more credit than it deserves, Mike. It’s going to be fine.” Walt said confidently.
“What does Murphy’s Law of Combat say about this? Something about the best-laid plan, isn’t?” I countered.
We proceeded to walk behind the animal as she continued to stay right on course, but then as she got to the wide-open gate, she veered to the left, past the pen. Then, she picked up her speed along a game trail. Just like that, she was off into the trees and disappeared into the darkness of the forest.
I looked at Walt and laughed, “You can’t tell me that shit wasn’t planned. Still think I was giving her too much credit?”
“It’s my fault, I guess?” Walt said.
“Damn right, it’s your fault! Easy as pie? Really, man? You know better than to jinx an op that way.” I laughed. “Come on, I think there is still some beer in the cooler from last night. We can try to forget about the fact we were just outsmarted by a cow.”
“Not just a cow, a one-eyed cow!” Walt laughed. “Don’t guess I can talk you into keeping your mouth shut about this one?”
“Nope,” I stated.
“Didn’t think so.” He laughed. “Then you can tell the boss in the morning.”
The following morning we were once again at the kitchen table. But, because it was Saturday, we didn’t have anything significant on the worklist. Over breakfast, I informed the Boss about the previous evening’s events. After a bit of a laugh, we concluded we wouldn’t underestimate the cow again. That night, Walt and I went over to Justin’s house. The following Tuesday would be St. Patrick’s Day, and we figured since all of us were Irish, we should get the celebrations done early. Justin lived just a few miles away and was a friend of Walt’s. Justin had served in the Marines before returning to the Lynchburg area, where he now worked as a promoter for Jack Daniel whiskey. He always had a fresh bottle that needed drinking, and Walt and I were always willing to help. I told Justin the story about being outsmarted by a one-eyed cow, and again, Walt and I laughed hysterically. We still had the mental image of the cow leisurely strolling toward our perfectly planned pen, setting us up for heartbreak.
Late Sunday afternoon, we returned from Justin’s house after going fishing at a nearby river. Walt and I were laughing about something we had heard on the radio when we came upon the quarantine pen. Behold, there was the cow. It was locked in the pen snug as a bug. Walt stopped the truck.
“How the hell?” He said.
“The boss must have gotten lucky,” I replied.
We continued up the hill to the parking area outside the farmhouse and hopped out. We placed our leftover beer in the coolers in the garage then went inside. The Boss was sitting at the kitchen table.
“Hello, fellas.” She said with a grin.
“Nope, not buying it. How in the hell?” I blurted.
“She was in there eating the hay we had left, and I just walked up calmly behind her and closed the gate.” She said, “The cow went ballistic for about an hour, though, so you might go down there and check to make sure the pen is holding up well.”
Walt laughed, then he slapped my shoulder and said, “See, easy as pie.”
“Yeah, Yeah. Let’s go check the pen, then I am headed to bed. We have a lot more fence to run.” I responded.
So we walked down the hill to the pen. The cow raised its head from the hay pile as we approached, and we got our first good look at her eye.
“I am not a vet, but I am willing to bet a bottle of Jameson that it’s some sort of disease,” I said to Walt as I leaned on one of the pen panels.
“Yeah, I don’t think I am going to take that bet,” Walt replied.
Just then, the cow charged at us and slammed into the pen panel where I was standing. Walt and I both jumped back a couple of feet.
“Holy shit!” I exclaimed. “Easy girl, eat your hay. We aren’t here to take it from you.”
“Let’s check the hinge-pins of the panels and leave her be,” Walt said. “No sense getting her all riled up.”
So we split up and made our way around the pen, keeping our distance so we wouldn’t further upset the animal.
“My side looked okay,” I told Walt.
“Yeah, mine too. After that bit of excitement, I think I want a beer and a steak. “Walt said. “The boss can call the vet out tomorrow.”.
With that, we headed back to the farmhouse. We made ourselves some steaks on the grill with some vegetables, then headed to our bunks after dinner. I could hear the cow beating up the pen for a few hours, trying to find a way out. I had heard cattle do this before and knew eventually she would settle into her new surroundings. After all, she had plenty of hay, water, and even some sweet oats to make her comfortable. Soon things became quiet, and I closed the book I had been reading, turned out my lamp, and was off to sleep.
The following morning we woke just as the sun was rising over the eastern hills. I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat at the kitchen table, waiting for the caffeine to do its job. As I sat down, Walt emerged, seemingly in the same state I was in. Neither of us even greeted each other. Instead, he poured his coffee, and we both sat at the table in silence. After we were about halfway through our cups, Walt finally spoke.
“How’d you sleep, Mike?” He asked.
“Like a baby,” I replied, “I woke up every couple of hours and cried. I accidentally left my window open. Damn, it got cold.”
“Why didn’t you get up and close it?” Walt asked.
“Because that would have been colder,” I explained.
“I thought you were some big shot 10th Mountain Division Polar Bear?” Walt questioned.
“I am, but just because I can tolerate the cold doesn’t mean I enjoy it,” I said in rebuttal.
“Fair enough,” Walt said.
I finished my cup, got up to refill it, and topped Walt’s off while I had the pot in my hand. About that time, the Boss walked in the back door returning from feeding her pets and chickens.
“Good morning, gentlemen.” The Boss said.
“Morning, ma’am,” we responded.
“I was about to call the vet.” The Boss stated.
“Okay, we will stop and check on the cow on our way out to continue the fencing.” I returned.
“Yeah, we need to stop at the Pole Barn anyway. I think we might need the tractor to bring down some more T-posts.” Walt added.
Walt and I grabbed our gear and headed out the door to the ATV, then drove down to the Pole Barn, which lay just behind the quarantine pen. As we approached the pen, to our surprise, the beast was gone. One of the panels had been lifted off one of its hinge-pins and twisted the other pin, so the panel lay flat to the world.
“What the hell?” Walt said.
“I don’t know, man. I don’t think I have ever seen that happen?” I replied.
We pulled the ATV off the gravel road, through the mud, and next to the pen. Then we stopped and got out to examine the damage. The corral had been beaten savagely. There were dents in the panels, and the whole construction had been jerked from its original position about a-foot. After circling the pen together, Walt and I came to where the animal had exited the enclosure. We could see hair on the remaining top panel pin and the bottom pin slot where the missing pin had once been. There were some clear hoof prints in the mud near the exit point, but then the hoof prints vanished as though the creature had grown wings and flown away.
“Where are the tracks, Mike?” Walt asked. “Am I blind?”
“Nope. I don’t see them either.” I responded.
“We used to do this for a living, right? I mean, we are trained for this shit, aren’t we?” Walt added both baffled and frustrated.
“I thought so,” I replied.
We continued to make circles, trying to find any sign of which direction the creature had gone, but none were found. Finally, we decided to call it a loss and went back up to the farmhouse to tell the Boss the cow was gone and not to call the vet.
After informing the Boss of what we had seen, we continued work on the fencing. We left the pen as it was until the Boss had a chance to go down and see the damage for herself. I stopped the ATV at the Pole Barn to drop Walt off so he could get the tractor. He lit up a cigarette and looked at the pen.
“I have seen some pretty crazy things, Mike, but I haven’t ever seen an 800-pound animal vanish without leaving so much as a track,” Walt said.
“Yeah, she straight up pulled a Houdini on us, man,” I responded.
“She sure the hell did. Hey, what was Houdini’s wife’s name?” He asked.
“Bess, I think?” I responded as I did a quick internet search on my phone. “Yep, Bess.”
“Bess,” Walt said as he expelled some smoke from the drag he had just taken. “Seems fitting, don’t you think.”
“Yes, sir, I think it is,” I responded. And, with that, the cow was named.
About a week went by with no sign of Bess. She was at the front of our minds, though. Walt and I often wondered how an animal so large could travel through the mud and not leave a track. The only thing we could surmise was she had skirted the mud and walked through a deep grassy area. There wasn’t a clear trail left by the cow if it had gone through the grass; but, if she had done it early enough in the night, the wind and frost might have covered her tracks. We had called our neighbors and told them if they saw Bess let us know, and we would do our best to capture her.
Bess had almost made her way out of our minds when one night, right as we had put some steaks on the grill, the Boss got a call. The cow was in our immediate neighbors’ pasture about a half-mile down the road. The field Bess was in was just east of our finishing pasture. So hopefully, we could walk her through a large opening in our shared fence line through the finishing pasture and into the redesigned quarantine pen.
The pen was basically the same design, only smaller, so she wouldn’t have much room to run. We had driven T-posts into the ground where each panel connected then secured the panels to the T-posts. Hopefully, that would hold her, although I secretly had my doubts.
“Jeff said Bess was in his back pasture.” The Boss came out and told us. “You haven’t put the steaks on yet, have you?”
Walt and I looked at each other, and both said, “Murphy’s back.”
“Yeah, but Mike can get our gear while I sear them real quick. Looks like we are all having our steaks rare tonight.” Walt responded to the Boss.
I loaded the ATV with our gear which consisted of some herding flags and our heavier jackets. Walt walked the steaks into the house, put them in the oven, then came out and hopped in the ATV. There were about two hours of daylight left. Walt and I wish we had three hours, but maybe Bess would cooperate this time. We drove down to Jeff’s house, a double-wide trailer house that was well-kept and white. As we pulled up, Jeff and his wife came out to greet us.
“She is over in the side lot just to the west,” Jeff said as he shook our hands.
“Thank you, sir. We saw her as we drove up,” Walt responded.
“That’s a good way to push a cow on foot. Hopefully, the creek acts as a natural barrier for you boys,” Jeff commented.
“Yeah, hopefully,” Walt returned. “Mike, you wanna take the creek-side this time?” Walt asked me.
“Sure, why not,” I replied.
So once again, we split up. I headed off to the right along the road to the treeline. Once there, I held my position down in the creek while Walt headed off to his position. Again Bess watched us intently and let out a bellow as though to say, “I see you.”
Walt was in position and, with a hand signal, informed me he was set. So, I moved out of the creek and into the pasture so Bess could see me. I moved slowly and calmly, not wanting to startle her. As I emerged into the field, she let out a call while looking at me. I can only imagine she was saying, “Hello again, you fool.”
Walt left the corner of Jeff’s house and walked to the pasture’s fence about a hundred feet from Bess. She called out to him, just as she did to me. Then Bess turned to the west and proceeded to walk her frail body in the direction of our finishing pasture. We followed slowly behind her, letting her lead the way. Our plan seemed to be working, but we knew better than to get complacent. We had gotten her about halfway to the opening in the fence that separated Jeff’s property from ours, and things were going well. But then, “EHHH EHHH, TEXT MESSAGE.” Screamed from Walt’s back pocket.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” I yelled in a whisper. “You brought your damn phone!”
Walt hung his head because he knew he had screwed up. I turned, and Bess was now at a trot. We were about to call it a failure when the cow stopped and looked at us. She let out another call, and it seemed as though she were laughing. Then happy with the distance between us, Bess strolled back into the middle of Jeff’s pasture and went back to grazing. I looked back at Walt and held up my arms in a shrug. He held up his phone and let me watch as he turned it off. The decision was made, we would continue our pursuit.
We began to close on Bess once again, and once again, she raised her head and called to us. Walt and I both felt we could now understand her language.
“I think she is saying she’s ready,” Walt said softly.
“Yeah, I just hope we are,” I said.
We got to within about fifty feet. We each had herding flags in both hands and began to extend them laterally like wings. Again Bess turned to the west and was calmly walking toward the opening in the fence. We had found Bess’s comfort zone for being herded. If we stayed about fifty feet behind her and moved at a slow pace, she would mosey along the way a cow should. Just as we were about fifty meters from the fence, “HONK, HONK, HONK… HONK HONK” The Boss was honking her horn from her car, not knowing we were already in the field, finally having success moving Bess. That was all it took to make Bess cut to the south, up into the thick trees on the hill. But not so far we couldn’t still see her. Walt threw his flags in the air and used a few choice expletives.
“That’s it, I am done,” Walt yelled. “I feel like the two stooges.”
I stabbed my flags into the ground, pulled out my smokes, and lit one up. “Yeah, I can understand the sentiment.”
“Can I get one of those? I left mine in the ATV.” Walt asked.
I handed him my pack, and we stood there looking at Bess as she looked back at us. Again she began to call to us, but now she was begging us to continue the pursuit.
“Now I feel like she is setting us up for some elaborate trap,” Walt said.
“Yeah, I think she has been playing with us for a month now,” I said in agreement.
“Well, should we continue or call it?” Walt asked.
“Anything worth doing is worth doing well, even if it’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever done, I guess,” I responded.
“I know those hills better than you. I’ll go high and flank her if you go right at her. Let’s see if we can push her back out into the open.” Walt proposed.
“Sounds good to me.” I agreed.
We picked up our flags and proceeded with our new plan. Bess sat and watched, listened, and smelled as we moved toward her. Another bellow called out, and she turned back to the west, through the undergrowth along a game trail. I halted my pursuit to give Walt a chance to get around to her left flank. He was out of my line of sight now, but when he was set, he gave me three soft whistles to let me know to proceed with my movement.
Bess went down a wet rocky embankment and back up the other side as sure-footed as a mountain goat. Then the cow stopped and looked at me and called to me again. “Come on, human, you can do it.” she seemed to say. I crossed behind her, and once on the other side, I let out two short whistles, and Walt answered back with two of his own. Now we had an idea where each other were. Bess didn’t know it, but by crossing the gully, she was now on our property, so at least we were making progress.
I caught a glimpse of Walt’s flag. He was coming up on Bess’s left side to push her back down the hill into our pasture. There was only one problem: a barbed-wire fence between the pasture and the thicket we were in. As Walt closed in, Bess cooperated and began to move downhill. I was now on her right flank, keeping her from returning to Jeff’s property. Walt was within eyesight now, so again, with hand signals, I asked, “What about the fence?” Walt shrugged his shoulders. We were now in uncharted territory.
While Walt and I had our silent conversation, I clearly wasn’t paying attention to my foot placement, and a twig broke under me. I didn’t even have to look. I could hear that she had taken off like a lightning bolt and was gone again. She was headed right for the fence, and I knew soon this would go from a capture to a rescue. Again to our surprise, she leapt over the fence like an antelope, with at least a foot of clearance. Walt and I looked at each other amazed at what we had seen. She was now in the finishing pasture, then she turned and called to us again. Not to laugh. This time, Bess was clearly gloating. “You want more, fellas? I can do this all day,” It seemed she was saying.
“I am not being defeated by a one-eyed cow!” Walt called out. “When we catch you, Bess, if you’re not completely riddled with disease, I am fattening you up and eating you!”
Though I was in agreement, I didn’t say anything. I was still in shock of seeing an 800-pound animal clear a fence that was four feet tall. Walt and I walked to the barbed wire fence and crawled through its middle. We were now back where it all began. In the middle of our finishing pasture, the three of us once again locked in a stare. We saw Bess’s ears perk up. Something was behind us.
“What’s behind us, Mike?” Walt asked, wanting one of us to keep eyes on the beast.
“It’s the boss,” I replied.
“Good, maybe her good luck can counter all our bad.” He said.
“Let’s hope so. This is getting me frustrated.” I responded with a chuckle.
Walt slapped my arm, laughed, and asked, “Can I get another smoke while we wait.”
“Yeah, I’ll join you,” I said to Walt. “You want one too, Bess,” I called out.
We finished our cigarettes just as the Boss walked up.
“Sorry for honking, guys. I didn’t know where you were.” The Boss said as she approached.
“It’s okay, ma’am. At this point, I really don’t think it mattered.” I said sincerely.
“So, what’s the plan?” The Boss asked.
“Mike is going to take the south side along the hill. I am going to take the center, right behind her. and If you took the north side along the creek, that would be great.” Walt replied. “Mike, if you would give her one of your flags, I’ll give her one of mine. She isn’t as quick as us, so she needs to look bigger.”
“Here you go, ma’am,” I said as I handed her one of my flags in compliance. “Walt isn’t going to start closing on her till we get in position. In reference to Bess, our position should be between the middle of Bess’s back and her front shoulder. Don’t get in front of her shoulder; that’s kind of a cow’s reverse spot.” I added.
“Yeah, and don’t wave those things around or make any loud noises unless she turns your way. Most of the force should be coming from me.” Walt added in the caveat.
“Boss, you have the furthest to travel; you go ahead. Walt, Bess, and I kind of have a relationship going at this point. She should stay focused on us.” I suggested.
The Boss complied and set out to her position. Once again, the three of us were looking at each other.
“Okay, I am off,” I said to Walt.
“Good luck,” he replied.
“You too, sir. You too.” I returned.
We were now all in position, and the sun was getting low. We had one more shot at this. If we failed, it would be too dark to try again. Walt began to walk toward Bess slowly and calmly. I held my position, but the Boss didn’t and also got in front of Bess’s front shoulder, which pushed Bess right towards me. It also startled Bess, which put her into a trot, forcing me to do a slight jog to keep pace. Things only escalated from there. She began to trot faster, so I decided to go into a flat run to get in front of her, which surprisingly I did, causing the cow to come to an abrupt halt. Now Bess and I were head to head in a face-off. Typically, Black Angus cattle are a gentle breed, but this beast was looking anything but gentle. One eye was closed, her hair all matted, and snot was dripping from her snout. I had been in this situation before, but it was high school, and I was in a rodeo area staring down a bull I had just been thrown from. I stood there knowing I was standing in front of a freight train but stood my ground. Walt was yelling with his hands and arms to the Boss to stop moving, realizing a sudden move from either of them could send the creature straight through me. I just needed to get Bess to calm down and turn about three degrees to the north. Then Walt could continue his push. So slowly, I raised my flag in my right hand and whispered, “Come on, Bess, we aren’t trying to hurt you. We just want to get you looked at.” Then a yell came out from the north.
“COME ON, BESS, GET IN THE PEN!” The Boss called out.
That was all Bess needed to get spooked. The yell came from her blind side, and she bolted right at me. I leapt out of the way as she galloped by like a thoroughbred. She shot at me as I attempted to give chase. I was right alongside her for about three or four good strides. But she got out in front, then turned into the hills and was gone into the darkness. Walt came jogging up to me. I reached in my pocket and pulled out my smokes, put one in my mouth, and held the pack out for him.
“You, alright, man?” He asked as he took the pack. “I thought that cow had you dead to rights for sure.”
“Yeah, I am good. It wasn’t as close as it looked from your angle.” I responded. Breathing heavily from the close encounter.
“I thought you were going to relive your glory days as a bull rider there for a second and hop on her.” He added with a laugh.
“I thought about it but knew I couldn’t make the leap at a dead run,” I said jokingly.
The Boss came walking up and said, “Sorry about that, Mike.”
“It’s okay, ma’am, no one got hurt,” I replied, trying to contain my frustration. “She’s gone now, though, so let’s go get the vehicles and get back to those steaks.”
Now in complete darkness, we walked down the road toward Jeff’s place. Got the vehicles and returned to the farmhouse. We sat at the table and ate in silence. When dinner was over, Walt and I went out to the garage. We drank some beers and talked about what we had witnessed from our unique perspectives. I gave Walt quite a bit of harassment about his damn phone as well.
We never saw Bess again after that day. But we went looking in the woods for the next week to make sure she wasn’t lying somewhere injured. But we never found anything.
A few months later, Justin was over at the farmhouse having some beers with us in the garage, and he asked, “Whatever happened to old Bess?”
“You mean the one-eyed cow that broke out of a pen and disappeared without a trace?” I asked.
“You mean the 800-pound, one-eyed cow that leapt over a four-foot fence like an antelope with room to spare?” Walt asked.
“You mean the one-eyed cow that charged me at full gallop like a thoroughbred on race day?” I pressed further.
“Yeah. That one.” Justin responded as he began to laugh, nearly spitting out his beer.
“We don’t think she ever really existed. She was a figment of our imagination. She’s a mythical beast like the Mentor.” I finished. Then as the words exited my mouth, a cattle call bellowed and echoed from the darkness of the hill.
Walt pulled out a bottle of Jameson, poured three shots. Then we raised our glasses. “Here’s to Old Bess, the one-eyed cow. God sent her to teach us a lesson, and let us hope he doesn’t have any more for a while.”
We tossed back our shots, and another deep bellow echoed from the darkness.
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