do not own a dart gun, so when my phone rings at
three o’clock in the morning and the caller asks,
“Doc, do you own a dart gun?” I say “No” and go back
A “Yes” answer could suck me through the
gates of hell until daybreak.
Bruce, a friend of mine, owns cows and
recently purchased a dart gun, so I gladly supply
him with pharmaceutical ammunition instead of owning
the dang gun.
Oddly enough, when I get the middle of the
night dart gun inquiry and say “Bruce has one,”
folks patiently wait until morning before calling
Apparently, veterinarians are held to different
sleep standards than normal humans.
Anti-Trump extremists are as mad as Kyle’s cow, but
explaining the mildly aggravated Trump supporters is
my objective today.
This election cycle, a handful of
conservative Democrats suddenly recognized the
progressives who captured the Democrat Party are
leading America into Marxist bondage.
They are rallying behind Mr. Trump to stop
Joining them are the angry conservative Republicans
who twice elected GOP Congressmen and Senators so as
to repeal President Obama’s dangerous policies, but
after campaigning on confrontation, they
I am in this second category, but I question what
specifically Mr. Trump will do to “Make America
Beware the clever, yet meaningless campaign
slogans, because “Hope and Change” created this mess
in the first place.
Several weeks back, Bruce’s son, Kyle, hauled
a belligerent cow with calving difficulties to my
She was wearing a halter, dragging a couple lariat
ropes and had been blasted by two doses of
tranquilizer from Bruce’s dart gun.
I hoped she
was asleep in the trailer, figuring I could creep
behind her, reposition and deliver the twisted calf
while she dozed.
I was wrong and she exploded into the corral.
By dallying her lead ropes to different posts
we were able to crowd her into the clinic where we
prepped her for a C-section.
She fought continually, pausing just long
enough to let me cut her open before throwing
herself open-side down onto the concrete floor.
Being a cow doctor is not all coffee and
After much sweat, cursing and retying
restraint ropes, I delivered a dead, deformed,
Not surprisingly, the cow was just as cranky
after surgery as she was before.
halter lead ropes, we leap-frogged her back into the
trailer, but after unloading the cow back home, she
jumped the fence and disappeared into the darkness.
One month post-op, the cow is fine and has
rubbed off her halter, but she is wandering the
pastures still looking for a fight.
We have no idea what tripped her trigger and
this brings me to my point.