Yeah, I heard tell of a few cattle that drifted off our ranches here in Texas and made it across Louisiana and Mississippi without the alligators eating them.
Since there were only fifty thousand or so of them, the cowboys didn't think they were worth the time to round up.
Well, cowboy, hunker down and set a spell, 'cause my horse, Grasshopper,
was a 'champeen' in his day.
I honestly used to ride him 3 miles to get the mail in the summer, before there were enough persons living out our way to justify the mail car to come by the house!