My favorite is having to use a jack to pull the calf out. And the mother frickin’ ALWAYS goes alone, DEEP into the woods where you can’t get a pickup with 500 yards. Then, of course it has to be 2:00 in the frickin’ morning on the single coldest day humanity has ever recorded.Been there, not exactly my choice for Sunday afternoon entertainment. But sure is better than losing both the cow and the calf (or either one).
Yeah… joy of joys.