Now you know why they have an Olympic Training Center in Colorado Springs.
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Now you know why they have an Olympic Training Center in Colorado Springs.
Based on what I've seen on different sports comment sections, we have our own flock of jerk fans...but we have a lot of fans that call them out on their attitudes as well (something I don't see as often from some of the more "entitled" fan bases). I think we see more of the Hawk kind because UI & KU are two fan bases that pay more attention to us year round (for different reasons).
I suppose we could see it as a kind of back-handed compliment that they care enough to try to demoralize our teams?
I suppose we could see it as a kind of back-handed compliment that they care enough to try to demoralize our teams?
Hey, Cowgirl!!!!
bulls are no joke!
though a girl I knew from college stuff had her mom attacked by a cow and was in the ICU for several weeks last year. My brother got headbutted by one when he was 10 and cracked a couple ribs.
Attacked by a cow? I was too a few years ago. Wait, nevermind, it was just a really fat chick
I got drug (dragged?) by a steer for 4H when I was a kid. When I was younger than that, we were renting a pasture with a guy. The guy would provide the bull. When we were loading them up at the end of the summer, the bull got out and chased me around the pasture until I was able to hide behind some random old rusty farm equipment.
And yet, I still enjoy being around cattle. Is that healthy or not?
OK, 'crop farm kid' story, probably...my grandpa would once in a while pick up a few dozen head of young beef steer and finish them if he thought the market was right, but mostly we did grain. Anyway, one time, one of his 'steer' hadn't actually been 'converted' to a steer so he loaded it in the trailer to go to the vet to get fixed. Looks at me and says "let's go" and I figure I'm riding along. We get to the vet and it's just him and I. We unloaded it...him probably in his 70's and me probably 10. At one point, I was holding one of the sorting gates as this bull is banging the side of the trailer as he's being unloaded, and he hollers "If he starts coming at you, get out of there" and I'm thinking...yeah, thanks...a friggin' bull might charge me, and you give me "if he does, get out of there".
Nothing happened, but that's when 10 year old double ought realized that bullfighter was not in my future career plans.
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Thanks bro. I saw I was 1 point away and assumed that I only needed to make 1 more post to get to that level. 3 posts later nothing happened.
So what you're saying is my friend has a very large male German Shepherd named "Lady"? Classic.
one of the most "oh ****" moments of my life was walking around the neighbors' buildings (before lived on our farm) for one of my cats I thought I saw, and this one big heifer (other neighbors rented this pasture and had put their harmless dairy heifers on it for several years) on the other side of a pig fence (read: low and flimsy) just making all sorts of noise. Our heifers had yellow tags and so did this one, so I didn't pay any attention. Until I noticed the ring in "her" nose. Then I was pretty sure I wouldn't see my 12th birthday. I had two routes to go to get out - one was back through their pen and over a tipped over metal gate, the other was into a pen with a single strand of electric wire blocking it off. Realistically I knew that this guy could get me either way, but I went with electric fence. Once I decided to go, I'm pretty sure I broke land speed records.
We had a "steer" one time that wasn't completely done too. My mom would refuse to go into the cowyard and feed the heifers in there because she said it would growl at her. My dad's all "you wuss" and went in. Then he started yelling for my mom to grab the pitchfork. Steer was headed for steakland the next day.
Oh, and back about WWII time, my great-grandma was out bringing cows in and their bull attacked her and broke her back. Her husband had to watch from outside the pen as he tried to get a shot at it. She survived, didn't end up wheel-chair bound, and had one more child.
I knew a farmer decades ago that was almost killed when a bull attacked him. He really didn't remember a lot of it but at some point he was able to get the chain around the bulls beck wrapped around a post and crawled to the house with a chest full of broken ribs and a punctured lung so he could call for an ambulance.
Spent my summers on a small cattle ranch in Texas...3000 acres in the Hill Country, Hereford breeding stock. One bull, about 300 cows. Toby was kept in a large pen most of the time...we were NEVER allowed near his pen. The cows were rotated between several fenced sections. Most of the calves became steers, but Grandpa selected the best out to remain intact (no idea what his criteria was). Once weaned, the steers left for other places to be fattened & finished off, the heifers stayed in the section rotations prior to auction, and the young bulls were moved to a pasture near the home paddock to raise for auction. My Grandpa taught me enough to keep an eye out for the ones with calves, and keep my distance, and to stay completely away from the young bulls.
(cowgirl, don't laugh at my terminology!)
I spent many hours wandering around out there in the sections...never once had a cow get aggressive on me. Maybe I had a guardian angel?
(cowgirl, don't laugh at my terminology!)
I spent many hours wandering around out there in the sections...never once had a cow get aggressive on me. Maybe I had a guardian angel?
I spent many hours wandering around out there in the sections...never once had a cow get aggressive on me. Maybe I had a guardian angel?
Too low...below their line of sight.
Yeah I just never had that opportunity. Never got trampled either though, so I got that going for me, which is nice.
all this talk of "bullying" has gone way too far. anytime someone disagrees with you it's "bullying". i'm sick of it.
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