Comments on: Farm Stories: The Flag of Rough Branch http://www.frontporchrepublic.com/2009/05/farm-stories-the-flag-of-rough-branch/ Place. Limits. Liberty. Thu, 09 Feb 2012 05:09:13 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v= By: pjg http://www.frontporchrepublic.com/2009/05/farm-stories-the-flag-of-rough-branch/#comment-2058 pjg Sat, 02 May 2009 21:31:00 +0000 http://www.frontporchrepublic.com/?p=2940#comment-2058 Cattle are easiest to catch with a rifle ;) Cattle are easiest to catch with a rifle ;)

]]> By: K Wells http://www.frontporchrepublic.com/2009/05/farm-stories-the-flag-of-rough-branch/#comment-2049 K Wells Sat, 02 May 2009 18:11:23 +0000 http://www.frontporchrepublic.com/?p=2940#comment-2049 You're still my hero Mr. Stegall. Thanks for your honesty. You’re still my hero Mr. Stegall. Thanks for your honesty.

]]> By: Jason Peters http://www.frontporchrepublic.com/2009/05/farm-stories-the-flag-of-rough-branch/#comment-2005 Jason Peters Fri, 01 May 2009 21:12:59 +0000 http://www.frontporchrepublic.com/?p=2940#comment-2005 Less stupidity! More illicit frolics! Less stupidity! More illicit frolics!

]]> By: D.W. Sabin http://www.frontporchrepublic.com/2009/05/farm-stories-the-flag-of-rough-branch/#comment-1992 D.W. Sabin Fri, 01 May 2009 20:03:54 +0000 http://www.frontporchrepublic.com/?p=2940#comment-1992 What you need Stegall....instead o them lethargic Herefords is some fine bounding Beefalo who will turn your paltry fence into a trifling afterthought as they prosecute their ongoing face-offs with your neighbor's cars stuck on the local back roads. Facing off against these beasts makes the constantly bellowing camel seem like sweetly demure characters in a Sesame Street play on our animal friends. I find the best fun is had with those who are bred with Jerseys because it frequently creates a kind of yeller cow that displays no evidence of the wild buffalo and so truly alarms those driving small cars by the place whence they decide it is time to vault and fixate upon bumpers from a distance of approximately 15 yards. The chortling of the VW Beetle used to really twist their shanks. When the Pagan Armies Rise against Perfidious Washington, we shall be wearing Viking Helmets and riding astride Beefalo while singing Irish Drinking songs in a Pictish rage. Erin Go Braless. One of these infernal and lean beefsteak fullbacks used to regularly bring me up short about a mile from my driveway off Skunk Hollow Road in Underhill Vermont. One was then confronted with the choice of either sitting there and reading something until the beast tired of the standoff or turning around and driving a loop of about 12 miles around the other way, hoping he would not shamble up the road and stake his claim on the north side of the driveway. Cell phones were 25 years into the deteriorating future and so raising the farmer was out of the question. They are the Boxer dogs of the Bovine World, skilled vaulters and they display an enjoyment of it that is surely sadistic. I cannot tell you if they have the Boxer's predilection for Toxic Beer Farts but in general, this seems an ample skill on the part of all our chambered stomach friends. What you need Stegall….instead o them lethargic Herefords is some fine bounding Beefalo who will turn your paltry fence into a trifling afterthought as they prosecute their ongoing face-offs with your neighbor’s cars stuck on the local back roads. Facing off against these beasts makes the constantly bellowing camel seem like sweetly demure characters in a Sesame Street play on our animal friends. I find the best fun is had with those who are bred with Jerseys because it frequently creates a kind of yeller cow that displays no evidence of the wild buffalo and so truly alarms those driving small cars by the place whence they decide it is time to vault and fixate upon bumpers from a distance of approximately 15 yards. The chortling of the VW Beetle used to really twist their shanks. When the Pagan Armies Rise against Perfidious Washington, we shall be wearing Viking Helmets and riding astride Beefalo while singing Irish Drinking songs in a Pictish rage. Erin Go Braless.

One of these infernal and lean beefsteak fullbacks used to regularly bring me up short about a mile from my driveway off Skunk Hollow Road in Underhill Vermont. One was then confronted with the choice of either sitting there and reading something until the beast tired of the standoff or turning around and driving a loop of about 12 miles around the other way, hoping he would not shamble up the road and stake his claim on the north side of the driveway. Cell phones were 25 years into the deteriorating future and so raising the farmer was out of the question. They are the Boxer dogs of the Bovine World, skilled vaulters and they display an enjoyment of it that is surely sadistic. I cannot tell you if they have the Boxer’s predilection for Toxic Beer Farts but in general, this seems an ample skill on the part of all our chambered stomach friends.

]]> By: Russell Arben Fox http://www.frontporchrepublic.com/2009/05/farm-stories-the-flag-of-rough-branch/#comment-1956 Russell Arben Fox Fri, 01 May 2009 14:36:21 +0000 http://www.frontporchrepublic.com/?p=2940#comment-1956 Our greatest stupidity from my farm years while growing up was the assumption my father--who knew about horses and cattle and feed and wheat and alfalfa from his father, but didn't exactly have a broad knowledge of animal husbandry--made about the ability of pigs to withstand the winter weather. They'll just huddle together for warmth, like cows, right? Discovering several frozen hogs stuck in the iced-over mud of their pen one winter morning ended that experiment. Keep up the good work, Caleb! Watch your step when you're moving those cows. Our greatest stupidity from my farm years while growing up was the assumption my father–who knew about horses and cattle and feed and wheat and alfalfa from his father, but didn’t exactly have a broad knowledge of animal husbandry–made about the ability of pigs to withstand the winter weather. They’ll just huddle together for warmth, like cows, right? Discovering several frozen hogs stuck in the iced-over mud of their pen one winter morning ended that experiment.

Keep up the good work, Caleb! Watch your step when you’re moving those cows.

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