Joe & Shauna Cline- Johnstown, Ohio
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Tonight my hubby son and I were worming and Luteing all our does. Of
course the new recips were fairly easy to run into the shoot, it was
all our does that were the pains in the butt to get in there. After
we were done with the does, hubby commented about us being done and
I told him the wether and the buck(had him almost 2 weeks) needed to
be wormed. The guys get in the pen, son with the drench gun, both
trying to catch him. Hubby hollering hurry up, he stinks where he's
been peeing on himself, ewwwww hurry his face is wet,Son and I were
laughing soooo hard, son couldn't worm him, hubby just had to keep
holding his wet chin. It's hard to type cuz I'm still laughing!!
Dawn
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I'm using a friend’s Boer buck to breed our does! So I
take the trailer over to her house to pick him up with my
teenage daughter (my friend isn't home at the time)! I
talk to my friend on the phone on the way to pick him up
and she says so you have a nice big rope or something to
catch him with and I say a "uh sure"! After I hang up my
daughter looks over at me and says, Mom is this skinny
4 ft. dog leash the nice big rope you’re talking about??
I say yep! I'm thinking I have been handling horses all
my life how hard can it be to put a buck in a trailer! Now
keep in mind my daughter has shown livestock all her life
and has handled everything from sheep to steers however
she has decided she is afraid of this Buck before we even
handle him! Well I was about to find out the hard way that
when your assistant is afraid of the animal your working
with it can make things much more difficult! When we get
to the farm I get my dog leash in hand and find a can of
grain to help entice the buck into the trailer! I hand my
daughter the grain and tell her keep that right in front of
his nose and I will wrap the leash around his neck, she
agrees!!! So I open the pen, loop the leash around his neck
and having one hand on each end of the leash somehow
manage to get the gate closed. I then turn around to look
for my assistant who is clear over at the horse trailer
shaking the can of grain! I scream what are you doing???
No you have to have the grain in front of his nose!! At this
point the buck looks over and sees some pygmy does and
goes to visit them! Of course all 125lbs of me goes with
all 350lbs of smelly him, all the while I'm screaming at my
daughter get over here with the grain! So she comes over
puts the grain in front of his nose and instead of walking
back to the trailer she starts running! The buck also takes
off running with me in tow, and when she realized she couldn't
out run him she decided to try to outmaneuver him! So she
starts to run in circles to the right, still with grain in hand
, and screaming while I'm saying whoa, whoa! As the buck runs
in circles after the grain with me on the inside of the circles
the well and still had my hand stuck in the rigging!! While in
the mist of doing fast circles I again scream, go to the trailer
so she heads towards the trailer with me and the buck in hot
pursuit!! She jumps into the trailer, the buck jumps into the
trailer and I’m dragged into the trailer and I think Thank God!
A second later I see my daughter run back out of the trailer!!
While my mind was still thinking I didn't just see her run back
out again did I, we were on the move again heading in the
opposite direction back out of the trailer! So again I'm scream-
ing what are you doing??? She said I put the can of grain in the
trailer why didn't he stay in???? I scream because you ran
back out!!! Anyway by this time I figured out that having an
assistant that was afraid was worst than not having an assistant
at all! So I dropped the leash put the grain in front of his
nose and walked him into the trailer!! Oh well live and learn!
PS I'm still wondering why the word "whoa" didn't work!!!!
In 2003 we bought two goats to help clean a
three acre area on our farm that was completely
covered in multi floral rose and brush. It was a
jungle that we could not get into. When we
unloaded the two does we bought, I figured
maybe we should stall them for a day or two
so they could get used to us and their
surroundings. I told my husband he should cover
that stall window but, his famous last words
"It will be OK" was not out of his mouth before
the first girl crossed the stall and cleared the
window in two strides. We watched her from
behind, ears flopping and $ signs disappearing
as she ran through the electric fence never to
be seen again. UNTIL, six months later when
I looked out my kitchen window and noticed a
goat I didn't recognize in the field with our herd
(that had by now grown to about twenty). I thought
to myself Nooo... surely that is not the Psycho
goat ( the name given to her in our frustration).
Well, sure enough it was her, how she survived
the coyotes, weather and hunters (she looked like
a small deer) is a mystery to us. I decided if I
could catch her I was selling her before she ran
off again. I'd like to at least get my money back!
You can only imagine the ordeal I had catching
her (by myself). At one point I wondered who
was actually winning, her or me as I lay flat on
my back in the middle of our pasture in slop with
her standing straddle over me and my arms locked
around her neck. My thought, how will I get up
from here with out losing my grip on her? I know
the people driving by thought, that crazy goat lady
has done lost her mind! I still wasn't going to let go,
my mind was set to get my money back!! Long story
short. I didn't let go and she was sold the next day.
I'm pretty sure I lost money on that whole deal!
I was just crazy enough to stay in the business and
four years later we have approximately 70-80 boer
goats, boer goatX and a handful of Nubians we raise
to feed the kids when needed, bottle calves and
ourselves.
Lisa Stacey, OH
The Good Shepherd Goat Farm
Goat Nativity, or alternate title, WE ARE NUTS!
We loaded up some critters and participated in a live nativity last
night. It was, um, interesting...
First, I loaded the 4H show wether. He's leash-trained, like’s people, so I knew he'd be great. I told my (DUMB!) husband a week ago that we needed to put the other goat in a cage inside the truck, because Baaaaahhh-b thinks he is the king of all things and will butt the other one inside the trailer. But oh no, of course not, he knows best so let's put the other smaller goat in the trailer with Bob. Fine. You can imagine how that turned out!! So out comes Bob, and we load up two little goats that like each other, but aren't leash trained. When we got the first one in, he went insane for about 5 minutes until I could bring the other one out to put her in!! So we get them both in and settled, then I caught the little chicken that was coming, we were loaded and we left.
Phase two - stop by the sheep farm and rent a sheep. I had arranged this ahead of time, so we pull in to get the sheep and the gentleman is outside waiting for us. With a wooly horse. I swear to you, I am 6' tall and I could have saddled up this giant ram and rode him around the block. He must have stood literally 4' tall at the shoulder. I mean, this thing must have been some type of mutant!! He thinks he is being polite and giving us our money's worth by allowing us to use his huge and very beautiful
Still tired,
Amy
The funny thing that happened on our farm was the day a friend brought her doe to our house to breed with our Alpine buck, Tigger. Tigger was still around a year old and extremely gentle and friendly, but he had grown a lot and had very long legs. We put my friend's doe into Tigger's pen and they were very happy together. When we were sure that nature had taken its proper course, my friend sent her son in to fetch their doe. All was well and good, except Tigger followed directly behind his New-Found Love out into the main pen. No problem. I just grabbed his collar and stood holding him inside the main pen while my friend's son and his doe made their way to the exit. Again all was well and good as I stood there chatting with my friend on the other side of the fence. Tigger looked at me and then looked at the Love of His Life making her exit and decided he needed to DO SOMETHING NOW. So, in desperation, he dove between my legs which effectively loosened my grip on his collar, but he didn't stay in the diving position. He stood up when he was halfway through, which because of his long legs meant that my feet were no longer touching the ground, so I grabbed the first hand hold I could find, his tail, and went for the ride of my life. Tigger was frightened by the extra weight on his back and the attack on his tail and shot off down the hill over brambles and sticks, none of which I desired to land in, so I continued my death grip on his tail, which propelled him further into the woods. Finally I spotted a soft, muddy place to land and launched myself off of his rear end. The entire time, my friend stood on the other side of the fence in helpless horror, sure in her heart that this was going to end badly. Once I landed and took stock of my physical well-being, I looked up the hill at her and seeing her shock and horrified expression, started laughing until the tears rolled down my cheeks as I sat there in the mud with nothing better to do. I wish I had a video of that one!
Christina Crook
Luv-1-N-Udder Alpines
Sugar Grove, OH 43155
I live with my husband out of Washington C.H.,Ohio. Our three children have also flown the coop. We are the owners of Little-R's Nubians. My goat story is about a doe we owned a few years back Gotcha Goats Scott C's Misty.We bought her from John and Pam M. in 1987 at Wilmington,Oh. She was all brown from the tip of her nose to her tail. She was herd boss and could you tell it. Matter of fact she was herd boss to everything. She loved all of us in our family. She was shown in 4-H by our youngest son Scott, yes she was named after him. No one in the show ring could show her, but Scott. And if they tried she was like a bull in a china shop. She could drag the biggest kid around that ring. But what was really something to see was when she was back here at home and in the barn. Our next door neighbor would come down and talk to me in the barn and here would come Misty, walking on her tippy toes ( thats what it looked like) nostrels flaring, and her mouth distorted, she would scare my neighbor to death She started calling her that old woman. She would do this to any stranger that came into the barn. So I guess she was going to protect the barn anyway she knew how, even if it ment scaring people.She was 16-1/2 years when we lost her. And we still talk about her till this day. She was a pleasure to have in our little herd.
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