They can run but they can’t hide from me anymore because they are essentially in jail.
T.H. banished them to the “Trap Pasture” while I was out of town. The Trap Pasture is a 40 acre pasture, aptly named, because it is triangle shaped funneling into the cattle pens. (thus trapping them) It’s where he puts things he doesn’t want to escape. They were being bad boys while I was gone. Actually I was supposed to pen them before I left but I kept “forgetting”.
You see T.H. has a Hunting/Outfitting Business in the fall of the year. This happens to be archery deer season. Grown men pay big bucks to dress up like Rambo and sit in a tree all day waiting for the Big Buck to walk under said tree so they can shoot him with an arrow. (I know) Then they put the trophy head on their wall back home as a tribute to their manhood. And why would a deer saunter under a tree with Rambo hanging out of it? (I know you were going to ask)
They spread corn out to attract (bait) the deer.
Every morning T.H. would walk his hunters into the spot under the cover of darkness, shove their fat asses up a tree and when daylight came, my horses would be munching their snack and looking up at Rambo like “Hey buddy, got any more where that came from?” So much for Scent-Block. (Scent-Block is the modern version of the Emperor’s New Clothes)
This understandably caused some upset in the hunting camp and produced quite a bit of devilish laughter from my Evil Twin. Needless to day, I wasn’t surprised that T.H. got tired of me “forgetting” to pen up my horses so he did it while I was gone.
There is more than that at play here. I walk and ride this ranch everyday. On my daily jaunts, I see lots of wildlife. One particular large buck that I consider a friend. T.H. has plenty of other places to put his hunters. I’m pretty protective of my buddies so I consider this a war and I am the Chief of my own Covert Operations. When T.H. or his guides try to pump me for information if I’ve seen any Big Bucks on my jaunts I usually say “No” or give them a wrong location. I can secretly level the playing field for my buddies ……. and I do.
It’s really not me doing it. It’s her …….. my evil twin. She’s like the Honey Badger .
And Honey Badger don’t care. ***
Love, Cowgirl Red aka Terah
P.S. Deer season is over in a couple days. My friend is still here. And T.H. still doesn’t read my blog.
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