Beautiful Day For A Scenic Drive

Usually the door closing on the back of the stock trailer is last time I see one of our bulls, be it our trailer or the one that the buyer brings with him. On this day, completely by happenstance, I was able to go along with the delivery. This was bull #55 who was purchased in December and was being held with the other bulls until the farmer was ready for him to become his herd sire.

Earlier that morning Mike’s cell had an update, nothing unusual there, but for some reason this update gave the phone a headache (or some such tech-y related issue). The phone was too involved with the perceived headache that it would not respond to commands such as dialing a phone number or using the navigation app.

The buyer has an out-of-the-way, on non-paved roads, tucked-in, remote, location for his farm and Mike was worried that he would not find the place without help. When you are pulling a 16 foot stock trailer behind a full sized pickup through rural roads without space to jockey around to change directions, the ride could be a concern for an animal that is not used to being alone or in a stock trailer. Mike had planned to meet the farmer at the local town which is more less just a wide spot in the road rather than a metropolis, but a phone was needed to call as he got close to the destination along.

So, fortunately for me, I was able to ride along on this trip because of a couple of reasons.

1. I had all my necessary morning chores completed before we loaded the bull.
2. I had not started a batch of bread I had planned on baking for the evening meal that would have been resting and rising during the late morning.
3. My cell phone did not have a headache and I was able to use navigation and make phone calls.

I call it a win, win, win for me. It was a glorious sunny day and the drive through the forested Pacific Northwest was a wonderful break. We were able to meet up with the farmer and follow him through very rural dense forests and sparse human population to the farm where the bull #55 would become the herd sire.

The farm turned out to be a beautiful stretch of property that sat high above the majestic Columbia River. The view spanned hundreds of miles and the snow capped mountains of Rainier, St. Helen’s and Hood stood out in stark relief against the bright blue of the sky.

#55 was released from the trailer and went right to work becoming the master of the herd, he was too busy to enjoy the view.