I like men in kilts...it'sy masculine....
"Scott Vernon" wrote in message
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Note to self; NEVER , never, ever wear a kilt around Katysails.
Scotty
"katysails" wrote in message
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Neal, that's the point...the guy didn't know enough to look for a
scrotum...and I don't tell whoppers....I suppose I could go drag
kelly next
door over here to verify the story (she'd think you were nuts...)
since the
cows belonged to her grandfather and she witnessed most of
it....You're just
going to have to take it on faith that it's a true story, because it
is.
Or, if you need verification, you could always ask Maxprop about
whether the
situation is in character for me or not...he'll tell you that I get
myself
into those kinds of situations all the time...
"Capt. NealŪ" wrote in message
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But, he could have seen the lack of a scrotum without
you having to raise up the tail. C'mon, admit it. I caught
you telling a whopper. I'm not criticizing, however as
all good sailors tell a whopper once in a while.
That you did just makes you one of the boys.
CN
PS Bulls will mount and poke a burlap sack full of
straw on a sawhorse. A stallion has a lot less lust
and a lot more sense. It's got to have the real thing
and the real thing must be in estrus.
"katysails" wrote in message
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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...
"Capt. NealŪ" wrote in message
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"katysails" wrote in message
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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
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