Got reminded it was lunch time:
Good company, but the conversation was a bit slow...
Went looking for a section corner and found out someone had already scratched it up:
It was within a tenth or so of what I had calculated, I was happy. Of course we were using RTK...and we ALL know that it could have been 10 or 15 feet off and I'd have never known. 😉
I think his Aunt Angus (#184) didn't like her picture taken when she was nursing. She looks kind of angry...:-@
Good to see some of the distant relatives again. It has been awhile.
As for the slow conversation......We....have.... learned....slow....talking....is.... required....in....order....for....Okies ....to....understand....what.... we....are....clearly....saying.... to....them.
It is easy to tell these are some of my Southern relatives as their tans are much darker than ours.
Hey! How do you react when someone catches you getting your sensitive parts stimulated in public?
Airplanes, pastures, it seems like Paden runs into feeding time just everywhere.
Now that is really funny!!!
> Went looking for a section corner and found out someone had already scratched it up:
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> It was within a tenth or so of what I had calculated, I was happy. Of course we were using RTK...and we ALL know that it could have been 10 or 15 feet off and I'd have never known.
No, you are obviously a rank amateur at the RTK business. A real pro would have found that section corner under the densest canopy possible and would have gotten a one-beep shot on it to take to the databank. You spend too much time checking and second-guessing and you're losing you some money on that there survey, Bubba.
Some of Payden's cousins... Eat GAS not GRASS!
Nothing personal, they can be a bit tempermental when you invade their pastures.
I've had some problems working among them. What lead cow does they all do. A crowd of 900lb yearlings are the most exciting to be around as they are supercharged on adrenaline and super nosey and scared of you as if you are an 8ft grizzly bear wanting them for a snack and will charge around in unison like a precision dance team.
Have done the local rodeo clown duty to corral and tend to them from time to time and they can be a nasty bunch when confined in small areas and separated into groups by their age and their being cow or bull. You must guard your back because they don't like you doing anything to their child even when you are giving it a shot to prevent an illness for dusting them to keep away the buffalo gnats so they don't smother.
Never turn your back on them as they love to sneak up on you while you are looking the other direction thru the scope or making your notes and especially do not leave your equipment unattended in their pasture, they will usually simply stomp it into bits and pieces, just because it is their pasture and in their opinion that your stuff don't belong there.
Try to cammo and cover anything like your hubs before leaving cause they make it their duty to drop a fresh pile to cover it and welcome you with the surprise when you return.
They cannot stand for anything to be flagged withing their reach and it is so addictive for them they will eat it all and your wood stakes will be near but broken and not marking the location of anything anymore because every one of them had walked and hoofed to totaled it.
They are darned good with their horns and hooves knocked off and raked over a super hot iron skillet and browned crisp on the outside and warm and filled with juice thru the middle with some red eye gravy and a maxed out baked potato on the side.
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> They are darned good with their horns and hooves knocked off and raked over a super hot iron skillet and browned crisp on the outside and warm and filled with juice thru the middle with some red eye gravy and a maxed out baked potato on the side.
That sounds OK, but it would be better if it were grilled over a bed of hot coals with a little pear wood smoking on the side.
That's Holy Cow's nemesis, Evil Cow.
When I was a kid in a land far, far away, where cows are venerated as sacred, there lived a bull that had killed at least thirty people. We were always warned to watch out for him. The place was high in the mountains and popular with tourists who would come up to escape the heat and take in the vistas. In town there was a popular look out at the top of a cliff with railing to keep people safe. That bull would wait patiently until the tourists were totally absorbed in taking their pictures and admiring the scenery, then he'd nonchalantly creep up behind them and shove them over the rail. Because he was sacred, nobody could touch him.
True story.
Just because I'm paranoid, doesn't mean they aren't out to get me.