That was the object of the story...duh....the guy was a city guy and was
basing his whole theory that they were bulls on the fact that they had a
sheath....he didn't even bother to confirm that the rest of the parts were
there....and you're telling someone who stood a stallion for years about
cattle breeding???? What a laugh...

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We've got roosters crowing here...when you've been around them a
longtime, you don't even notice them anymore...now when the donkey
lived
next door, that was a different story...he would stand out in the
pasture
bawling and braying as soon as the sun came up until the sun went
down....the ponies in with him hated him and wouldn't let him
socialize....they finally put a goat in with him and they liked each
other
(I figured the way they both smelled that they canceled each other
out...). Our southern property line is actually a private drive with
several houses on the other side....an "artist" rented the place all
the
way back a few winters ago. One day the steers from next door got
loose
and I went out to round them up and get them back where they were
supposed
to be. I picked up a stick from under the mulberry tree and went out
armed to do some serious butt whacking. This "artist" comes running
down
the drive waving a shotgun and shouting about the dangerous bulls loose
on
the road and told me to get back or I'd be killed. He actually had his
gun leveled at the first steer. I got in front of the cow and told the
guy to go home before he ended up shooting off his own foot or
something
and that if Lester, the neighbor was home and saw him waving a gun at
his
next year's dinner, he'd be wearing that gun around his neck. I then
proceeded to start smacking cow butt until they went back through the
hole
they'd made in the fence. The guy came up to me and said how brave I
was
to be able to handle bulls like that. I looked at him and said
"They're
not bulls". He insisted I was wrong. I finally had to get in the pen
and
life a tail to show him what wasn't there. He blushed a very nice
shade
of red and went back to his house...didn't see him the rest of that
winter.



Err, Katy, my dear. It might be that a little tale of fantasy was
penned above.

I'm a farm boy and I've milked cows, fed and cleaned up after
steers and handled bulls in the breeding pens. A mature breeder
bull's testicles are huge and hang almost down to the ground.
One would not have to raise a tail to show what was missing.

For a dog maybe, but for a bull? Well, let me say you're full
of bull. He he!

CN