I don’t want to make a heavy story seem light, especially since this poor woman died, but this story does bring back some memories…
If you’re last name was Soukup and you lived at 5086 Red School Road, you’ll have some interesting stories about cattle. Between dad castrating the calves (and getting kicked to holy heck while doing it), dehorning (and watching blood spurt out like a squirt gun all over) and me accidentally shooting myself with a 3-way shot every now and again... it’s amazing none of us got hurt more.
Then, there was tagging the calves in the spring. Boy, that was fun…ha! Usually one of the dogs would graciously come out to help too, which means the mothers are on charge-mode (example A, AKA Chance, to the right). For those that have never the pleasure to tag calves. It went something like this… Dad and I go out with a rope. I rope a calf and run as fast as I can to the nearest pole. I then wrap the rope around for leverage while dad hurries to put an ear tag in the calf’s ear. All while the calf is bellering for bloody murder. By that point, the heifer notices what goes on, bellers back and proceeds to take Dad down. Ahhh… good times.
There are also monumental stories on getting calves broke to lead for fair. However, I think that may be in a blog all in itself. There are too many crazy cattle stories. All I have to say is usually when our trailer pulled up at fair, you heard people say, “Get out the panels and move the children to safety, the Soukup’s are bringing their calves.”
I miss not having cows around. I honestly do. There were always good stories and they were a great excuse to get me out of school, since they were always out. I bet not many kids growing up in Waukee are late for school because they have to help their parents get the cattle in.