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FOR SALE
ZILLAH, WA
PRIVATE STOCKYARDS
on 6 acres in prime location. Turnkey,
well maintained and thoughtfully designed working facility. Immaculate
2 bed, 2 bath manufactured home with fenced yard. 40' x 40' shop with bathroom. 20' x 30' office, two 20' x 12' storage sheds, 7 ft welded pipe 6 rail pens, 4 stud pens, fenced pasture. 60' x 90' outdoor arena with bucking shoot and 24' bronc pen. 20,000 lb Howe Richardson commercial scale certified by the State of Washington. Side/End/Ground loading chute,
Allison Trimble Blake Westhoff
360-961-5537
squeeze alley & chute. $450,000 coastalrealtywa.com
Remote Treatment
By Dick Coon Jr.
The ranches are big, Way out in the West. Caring for livestock, Puts us to the test.
If Bossy gets hoof rot,
Or has an infection.
You only reach first base, When you make that detection.
Now what should you do, As an animal care er?
Make her walk to the chute? That is unfair er!
She’s lame, sick, or blind, No shape to travel.
Your veterinary plans Begin to unravel.
It takes horsemen to catch her Which may make things worse. Using ropes to snag cows,
Has caused most men to curse!
Reflecting upon this,
I asked those in the know. Advice that was tendered, Involved using a bow!
A new-fangled arrow,
Filled up with the potion, Would inject the poor bovine, While she was in motion!
A proud cowboy already, (Indians can’t have the last word). I would fling treatment arrows, Bringing health to my herd!
My first shot went wild, Gave a gopher a shot,
But my second was better, (Her nose dripping snot).
I thought this was great,
But my eyes became narrow, As I watched my old cow, Trot off with my arrow!
This is no good,
For they have quite a cost, And it’s tough to treat steers With an arrow that’s lost!
Scratching my head,
I heard the chords of a harp! I remembered us kids
Using bows to shoot carp!
So I got out my reel Hung it on my bow, Tied a line to the dart, And was ready to go!
Now prowling for victims, (One desperately ailing). To try out my invention,
I was tired of failing!
My arrow struck home,
In her neck where I wished. And the slow and lame cow, Leaped and sun-fished!
The string screamed out,
As she raced through the snow. (I know that you’re thinking
I had it tied to the bow!)
I quickly strode forward
And stomped on the line.
My arrow popped loose,
The whole thing working fine!
The drug was discharged, Cow cured, tail swishing.
I had invented a new sport, We call it cow fishing!
New and Reinstated Members
Ken and Janice Pumphrey Bill Scott - R&B Ranch Gary Forgey
Chet (Tuffy) Morrison American Angus Association
Jim Barnes
Welcome!
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