In November 2011, Gene bought a Hereford bull that was soon dubbed Big Red. That is what he was; BIG, long and stocky. He was truly a gentle giant with one speed. Slow. I think I could walk faster than he could run but never wanted to be challenged to the race.
He has curly hair on his forehead, big sad eyes and loved to have his head scratched.
Big Red never once posed any danger or was a threat of danger but you always treat a bull with respect. A charging bull can be lethal.
Big Red was “king” for four years, wooing the ladies and producing many offspring. You always knew which calves were his. They had white-faces. A white-faced Hereford bull always produces white-face offspring, called “Black Baldies”. All our other bulls were Angus.
Even “Spot” had one of his babies.
Gene really liked the genetic formation of Big Red’s offspring.
Occasionally his rank as “King” was challenged by a younger “Prince”. A bull fight is fearsome; the head butting, foot-pawling, dirt kicking, and body pushing is accented with very distinctive bellowing. You stay your distance even on a golf cart and use your camera zoom!
Last summer we began to notice that Big Red was aging and his joints were getting stiff. To get up, he had to rock back and forth to get the momentum needed to allow his legs to lift his weight to a standing position. He seemed to be moving a little slower than his already slow gait. Gene let him rest over the winter but this spring we noticed there aren’t many ‘Black Baldies” hitting the ground, Prince is now King. The enviable was here. It was time to say goodbye.
Today Big Red was loaded on the stock trailer for his last ride. It was sad and I almost didn’t want to go look. But, I had to say good-bye. I walked up to the trailer with my camera to take his picture. Gene parked the trailer by the edge of the driveway where Red could have one last look over his empire while he changed clothes and grabbed a bite to eat. Immediately one of his ladies came running across the field and stood by the fence her eyes glued to the trailer.
I was going to talk to him but instead he talked to me.
It seemed as if he knew what was happening.
(Be sure to listen to this short video)
The gentle giant cried and then he took his last ride.
Linda Burkholder Said:
on March 15, 2016 at 10:06 pm
Lump in throat, tears in eyes, aching heart – thanks for your story, Pat. RIP Big Red.
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Ruth Swartzentruber Horst Said:
on March 15, 2016 at 11:00 pm
Wow! Pat….you can sure tell a sad story that’s full of bull…lol…I mean that in a kind way. He was a giant for sure. And I’ll just take your word for it that he was gentle. It is kind of sad to see him bellow like he knows he’s leaving home and won’t be back. Saying good bye to his mom and all the ladies in the field. **tears for big red***.
Radar | Country Chatter Said:
on April 16, 2016 at 10:29 pm
[…] He wanted a white-faced red Hereford to replace “Big Red” that I wrote about in “Big Red’s Last Ride”. It was dark last evening when Gene came home with BBF Harkradar 34X B29, a white-faced red Hereford […]