My cousins ran cattle on the 160 acres in the summer time. They would take them via a semi truck up from their farms in Bloomfield and Aztec to a place just north of where the golf course is now. Kind of stage them there. Then they would haul them a gooseneck load at a time up back into the mountains. One year they were on this farm for a few days, eating fresh alfalfa in a scrubby alfalfa field. This was at the peak of the “Cattle Free By ‘93” insanity. Well, I was in a little pickup truck, following a load of these cattle in. The When cattle go off hay and get on fresh alfalfa, they get the squirts. My cousin passed some bicyclists, and about then a cow lifted her tail and shot cow crap out the side. Plastered a bicyclist. They were screaming and I was laughing. Great memory.
That’s a hilarious story. Thanks for sharing. I’m still chuckling.
I grew up on a ranch and have been hit quite a number of times. lol