Betty said her dad had a bull that kept jumpin’ the fence.
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Betty said her dad had a bull that kept jumpin’ the fence. She wondered if I knew any surefire cures for fence jumpin’ bulls. I asked her what they’d tried already.
“Well,” she said, “One of Fred’s friends (Fred was her dad) suggested tyin’ a chain to the ring in his nose. So Dad did, a ten-foot log chain. Didn’t faze him. That bull could stand flat-footed and jump a five-wire fence.
“Dad improved on the idea by wiring a ten pound window weight to the end of the chain.”
“How did that work?” I asked.
“No better,” she answered, “But it made him easier to track. Dad revised the idea by replacing the window weight with a gunny sack. The bull still jumped the fence but the sack hung up in the bob wire. At least they could find him the
next mornin’.”