One of the (several) problems I’ve noticed with living in open range country is that when the cattle are here, the wildlife doesn’t seem to want to be here. Which makes playing with the game camera less interesting than otherwise.
A common sight these days is a cow – newly pregnant, perhaps, but I’m not a gynecologist – doing her slow, aimless thing followed by two or three or one time I saw eight bull calves, having the time of their short lives but never quite letting her out of their sight. She always seems fine with it.
Shoot package shut up that’s what I say 🙂 One a year wouldn’t even be noticed, i mean that’s the least they could do for all your putting up with their crap and property damage.
Yeah . . . doesn’t Ian have a freezer?
Or there’s always pressure-canning . . .
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You folks seem to be the victims of a rather bold and amazing government scam. For the price of $2.81 per animal/month, the state of AZ leases those ranchers grazing rights to land it doesn’t even own! https://land.az.gov/natural-resources/rangeland-management/rangeland-management-fees
It’s an amazing anomaly, is what it is: politicians who stayed bought so long that the corrupt deal they cut with long-dead cattle barons has become a “beloved tradition” – beloved by everybody who doesn’t have to live with it, anyway.
The 19th Century cattle boom is long gone and almost all commercial beef is raised on feed lots now. But the old Open Range laws are a cheap revenue spigot for the state that lets shoestring operations stay barely afloat at the expense of poor people who can’t afford to fence the cattle out, and nobody gives a shit about those (us) people.
Pedantic quibble. It isn’t “gynecologist” in this case. It’s … “gyne-cow-logist”. Sorry… I blame the gin.