One day when I was 16 and my family lived on a farm with a few cows and wondering bull (we lived in open range country) was bellering and pacing the fence. My dad realized that he was responding to natures signal that one of our cows was in heat. So we ran down and opened the gate for the bull he charged right upo to the pen where the cow was let him in.
After 24 hours of pacing, bellering, sniffing, more pacing and bellering all to no avail, we opened the gate and chased out the bull.
My dad, who was never at a loss for words for any situation looked at us boys and said “He had in his head but not in his ass” and now 40 years later I have never forgotten that when evaluating breeding stock on my own farm.
I too was raised on a farm, and my Dad also raised beagles and would sire out his best dogs. The routine was always the same, the guy with the female dog would drive over, we would put the dogs together in the side yard, and wait for nature to run its course. If they mated, money changed hands. It only didn’t happen once that I remember, mainly because the female was really, really mean and didn’t want to have anything to do with it. My dad didn’t want his stud to get bitten and called it off.
Anyway, one night this was happening again and out of the truck comes an owner, his female dog, and the owner’s daughter, who i had a HUGE 13 year old crush on.
She and I had to stand there and watch two dogs screw while the men went to the back of the house and drank. Talk about awkward. I wanted to crawl under a rock.