Life started a bit rough for the first calf of the year. A tiny heifer born prematurely and in rough weather. On day three she was so weak that we thought she wouldn’t make it. But after a couple of days of bottle feeding, and several reminders about who really is the mother, things got better and the calf now finds the teets on its own. Feels great to turn a bad starting point into the best outcome😊

After three days on foot, eating only bark from the trees and drinking muddy water from my chewing tobacco lid, I finally managed to find a sign of the bulls.

I gave their shit a good sniff and knew instantly that I need to find a new job and that they are approximately 12 hours ahead of me.

It’s hard to follow their tracks on this dry ground, but it’s getting easier every hour.

I no longer fear what will happen once I get the rope around their neck. It’s all about getting there and putting an end to this.

They will lose.

I will win.

Then we got an observation from the neighbouring town and located them with a drone.

Got a vet to join with an anesthesia gun.

We got close enough but it was too much brush in the way to shoot and they got away.

Waiting for new observations now and will give anesthesia another try then.

If that doesnt work it’s early hunting season…

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