BritChaser
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Five of us from around the western U.S. were taking a line through a friend's milo stalks in NW KS when his teenage son came along the road honking and waving us over. We turned out of the field and he told us they needed help getting a calf out of a swimming pool. We're in the middle of nowhere and I thought, "Swimming pool? What swimming pool?" We climbed aboard his pickup and headed to an old, abandoned farmstead on the next section. Sure enough, there was an in-ground concrete pool with deep and shallow ends. A black bull calf was standing in the foot of green slime in the deep end. Apparently, he fell in in the dark of night. We scrounged up a rope, threw it around the critter's neck, and got him out of the deep end into the dry shallow end. Then we pushed him over into the corner. He was docile, maybe worn out, a good thing since he had some four-inch horns on him. We put his front feet over the edge of the pool and put a post under his hind quarters, fulcrumed it on the edge of the pool and gave the heave-ho to lift him. When his hind quarters were high enough, we shoved him over onto the pool's apron whereupon he became the ornery critter he really was, taking two hunters for a heel skate as they tried to hang on to the rope around his neck. We finally got the rope off him and he hopped over the hot wire to rejoin his herd.
We returned to the milo stalks and great hunting and had a fun story to tell to boot.
We returned to the milo stalks and great hunting and had a fun story to tell to boot.
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