Gus was notorious for worrying everything in the pasture. No matter how many corn stalks Youngblood cut and threw over the fence, Gus would always eat on the same cornstalk as some other animal. While doing so, he was incessantly hooking the other animal with his horns.
First he'd worry a pony.
Next he'd worry a heifer.
Next he'd worry a nanny goat.
Next he'd be back worrying a pony.
Now mind you, this was the same goat I tried to kill because he was so aggressive towards feed that I couldn't even dump scraps over the fence because he would jump up on the fence and intercept the pot. It was during one such moment when I tried to kill him. Momma had sent me to dump scraps over the fence and the fool met me one too many times. He was completely preventing me from being able to dump a pot of scraps. Scraps contained in my momma's good rice pot. The same pot that out of frustration I tried to hit him square in the face with. I swung it like a club. He saw it coming, ducked his head just enough and caught he full force of the blow on the base of one of his horns. The force of the blow caused the handle to snap off. The pot full of scraps went tumbling into the pasture and the fool chased it down and started eating scraps as if such the whole scene had been part of a sinister, master plan.
I loathed that damn goat.
He aggravated his way into utter domination over every animal in the pasture.
Until . . .
Youngblood had cut a bunch of corn stalks down and threw them over the fence to feed all the calves, ponies, goats and hogs. Gus was being his usual self, only eating on a stalk or ear that something else was already eating on even though there were plenty of stalks of corn he could have had to himself.
First he worried a pony.
Then a calf.
Then another pony.
This went on for a couple weeks. Everything tried to avoid the fool but he was so not to be denied his chief pleasure in life.
On the fateful day, Youngblood fed as usual and Gus was acting as usual. Worrying each animal in turn. None escaped his attention. And then he gave his attention to the only animal that ever successfully taught that fool a lesson.
We had all walked away and didn't get to see what actually happened next. But when we heard a goat screaming like it was being eaten alive, we all thought, "Something is killing that damned Billy. Yipeee! Let's all go watch!"
We ran back to the pasture just in time to see Gus (who was solid white) topping the hill in a full sprint while Maxine stood protectively astride her stalk of corn, with ears flopped over her eyes and a large tuft of white fur extruding from all sides of her mouth.
She gave a single grunt that for all the world sounded like, "Hmmmph. Now let that be a lesson to you."
And she went back to her stalk of corn without a care in the world.
I think it was then that my like of hogs turned to love.
Unfortunately the goat didn't die. Unfortunately Gus continued to be an aggravation to everything in the pasture save one animal: Maxine. -- George
First he'd worry a pony.
Next he'd worry a heifer.
Next he'd worry a nanny goat.
Next he'd be back worrying a pony.
Now mind you, this was the same goat I tried to kill because he was so aggressive towards feed that I couldn't even dump scraps over the fence because he would jump up on the fence and intercept the pot. It was during one such moment when I tried to kill him. Momma had sent me to dump scraps over the fence and the fool met me one too many times. He was completely preventing me from being able to dump a pot of scraps. Scraps contained in my momma's good rice pot. The same pot that out of frustration I tried to hit him square in the face with. I swung it like a club. He saw it coming, ducked his head just enough and caught he full force of the blow on the base of one of his horns. The force of the blow caused the handle to snap off. The pot full of scraps went tumbling into the pasture and the fool chased it down and started eating scraps as if such the whole scene had been part of a sinister, master plan.
I loathed that damn goat.
He aggravated his way into utter domination over every animal in the pasture.
Until . . .
Youngblood had cut a bunch of corn stalks down and threw them over the fence to feed all the calves, ponies, goats and hogs. Gus was being his usual self, only eating on a stalk or ear that something else was already eating on even though there were plenty of stalks of corn he could have had to himself.
First he worried a pony.
Then a calf.
Then another pony.
This went on for a couple weeks. Everything tried to avoid the fool but he was so not to be denied his chief pleasure in life.
On the fateful day, Youngblood fed as usual and Gus was acting as usual. Worrying each animal in turn. None escaped his attention. And then he gave his attention to the only animal that ever successfully taught that fool a lesson.
We had all walked away and didn't get to see what actually happened next. But when we heard a goat screaming like it was being eaten alive, we all thought, "Something is killing that damned Billy. Yipeee! Let's all go watch!"
We ran back to the pasture just in time to see Gus (who was solid white) topping the hill in a full sprint while Maxine stood protectively astride her stalk of corn, with ears flopped over her eyes and a large tuft of white fur extruding from all sides of her mouth.
She gave a single grunt that for all the world sounded like, "Hmmmph. Now let that be a lesson to you."
And she went back to her stalk of corn without a care in the world.
I think it was then that my like of hogs turned to love.
Unfortunately the goat didn't die. Unfortunately Gus continued to be an aggravation to everything in the pasture save one animal: Maxine. -- George
