A Broken Tool and Urinary Tract Infection

So, I bought a set of 25 White Faced Herefords to breed, out of Jackson Hole,Wyoming. Table top backs: wonderful looking animals. I needed a bull to breed them so I bought a purebred Hereford bull from a neighbor (Lesson #1- Beware of farm neighbors/friends offering you "good deals"). I put the bull with the cows in a pasture of a farm I was managing (A Bronx Jew as a farm manager is stuff comedies are made of. One big joke). Charlie Pippert was the farmer's name. Strong as an ox he was...every week I would drive my pickup truck on those gravel, country roads to Charlie's place with the radio blaring (about 40 miles).

One week I showed up and Charlie told me that the bull wasn't doing his thing which absolutely wired me for sound. Naturally the messenger caught my fury and I brought the herd back to the home place. I then bought a purebred Black Angus bull to help the Hereford bull out. Soon after I received a phone call from the hired man who told me that the black bull was stretched out in one end of the pasture while the cows and the Hereford cows were grazing in another part of the pasture. Not natural!!!! So, I called the vet who came out, looked at the black bull and said that he had a urinary tract infection (couldn't piss) that had resulted in one eye being infected and the bull was blind in that eye. The vet said that I should take the bull down to Ames SAP.

While out on the pasture I had the vet look at the Hereford bull. The vet said that in is 15 years of experience he had never examined a bull with a broken tool and that son of a bitch was the vet's first. I went back to the farm house, called a trucker to haul the other bull to Ames. In the meantime the hired man and I went out on a tractor and literally dragged the black bull to the farm yard to await the truck. We finally got the bull to stand up. He took a few steps, stumbled into a well pit (honest) and poke his good eye out. We finally got him down to Ames (120 miles) and as we entered the gates of Iowa State A&M the bull died. The payoffs were that I had to pay the trucker for hauling a dyeing and then dead bull and the White Face Bull was sold for the lowest category price(pennies on prime beef's dollars). Incidentally, I bought the black bull from a very wealthy prominent, church going business man who I thought was my friend.