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My old crippled longhorn steer didn't show up to the feed ground for two mornings. I figgered he finally died, but there is enuff snow that I couldn't look for him with the pickup or fourwheeler. So I took the tractor out to find him. Yep, dead as a doornail down on the creek bottom. I lifted his head with a short chain and chopped it off and tossed it in the loader bucket. Latched onto a hind leg and drug the carcass to the coyote feeding alkali flat. Went back to the barn and skinned out the skull the next day. I tied the skull to a hay bale on the truck for the drive across Denver to the skull guy. I think it may have offended some liberal senses on the way......grin

back when we was both in our prime...