We had a cat named Murphy,in Cowboy Heaven Montana
he was a fancy gray Himalayan cat..pretty but not real bright.
Murphy took a liking to one of the ranch hands, name of Paul.
Paul didn’t like cows, at all well kinda how I feel about Fire ants,I’m pretty sure
I have mentioned I hate fire ants.
Paul did other ranch work usually, fixing gates, building fence..
stuff.
One day on the ranch I needed to sort some heifers and Paul
got volunteered to run the gate,that’s my nice way of saying.. tough Paul.. get your hide up to the corrals with me..
Gawd help Paul.
This one heifer a yearling charlois
wouldn’t go thru..for nothing.
I crowded her and she turned back, I used a bull whip and she skipped away..
I was starting to build a coil with my rope , thinking I’d impress the Heifer with the hoolihan throw,
which by the way is kinda a backwards flip, used infrequently,
and not spook the 50 other heifers we still had to work,
when I look up and here’s Murphy sitting behind Paul, who was cussing pretty creatively
did ya ever notice in the bitter cold cuss words hang in the air longer?
and Murphy heels this heifer.. out the gate she go’s..
Gawd
Murphy the cataheeler..
And Murphy won a 50 dollar bet for Paul doing this again.
The Himalayan cataheeler..
Paul moved on the next spring..
to dang bad.