When we brought home our new bull Samson last December, he came with a halter.
Trouble is, bulls don't wear halters well. Most halters are made for cows, but bulls have a differently-shaped head -- short and massive -- so the halters never seem to fit right. This one was clearly too tight, and we didn't want it cutting into poor Samson's skin.
Bottom line, we wanted to get it off. But how? Samson was skittish and wouldn't let us touch his head.
So a neighbor with experience in roping volunteered to come over and lasso our boy.
The nice thing about Dexter bulls (besides their size!!) is they're generally pretty good-natured -- for bulls. We can't forget they're bulls, of course, but in general we don't have to be worried about getting gored out of sheer orneriness.
Roping is very much an under-appreciated skill these days -- and we're grateful our neighbor knows how to do it!
It took a couple of tries, but within five minutes he had bully-boy lassoed. (That's Polly in the pen with him. She's been Samson's pen-mate almost from the beginning.)
Our neighbor has an excellent way with animals -- very calm and steady -- but Samson wanted nothing to do with him.
He finally persuaded Samson out of the loafing shed and wrapped the rope around a tree trunk.
Within moments, he had the halter off. Phew, I'll bet that felt better for Samson!
"I am SO outta here!" Samson may not have appreciated the tactics, but we did. We're thankful for neighbors who are experienced with livestock!
And here's our pretty Polly Purebread. She's been in with Samson since December and is doubtless pregnant by now, so we expect she'll calve this September. I'll have to train her to milk!