In the year of 2017, a man named Lee Pitts was found guilty of breaking into a home and raping a woman. The victim’s family is still fighting for justice and they have been granted an appeal.
Lee Pitts is a well-known author of the leepittsbooks series. The books are about animals and their adventures in the wild.
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I’m often requested to recount my terrible experiences as a student of the craft since I’m one of the great cow trappers in western mythology. Cow trapping is a dying skill among today’s macho cowboys, as you may know. When a few wild strays are left behind on a modern-day round-up, a group of cowboys typically goes out and ropes or kills them. On the other hand, I am the one who catches them. This approach appeals to me for many reasons. First, I can’t rope; second, I can’t shoot; and third, my horse, Gentleman, is much too sluggish.
On a recent collect, I inadvertently left behind two cows and one newborn calf, which was maybe my greatest moment as a cow catcher. After a failed effort to catch them later on horseback, I decided it was time to don my Daniel Boone hat and pursue the fleeing animals. They proceeded on military tactics, divide and conquer, every time I approached the trio with Gentleman.
The ability to think like a cow is the first need for becoming a successful cow trapper. This is not an issue for me. “If we simply park the feed truck in the corral, they will notice it and rush into the corral expecting to be fed, and then you can just close the gate on them,” I said to my wife. My lady patiently waited the whole day while the cocky cows atop the hill laughed at her. As we planned our next approach, I informed my skeptical wife, “Some cows are very smart.”
“If we turn off the water everywhere except in the corral, they’ll have to come to the pens,” I said. “After all, we’re in the middle of a drought, and there aren’t any flowing streams or springs nearby where they can get a drink.” As a result, we turned off the water in their field. I was convinced I’d discover the three out in the hills dying of thirst after two weeks with no trace of them. Imagine my astonishment when I discovered them at the rear of the property, covered in muck up to their waists. They seemed to have dug their own small well.
We’re going to get through this together, Atascadero
The strays were driving me crazy at this time, and my wife was losing faith in my cow trapping skills. I informed her, “We’ll have to bait them.” Most novice trappers would now only utilize the highest quality alfalfa hay as bait. But this is a huge blunder. My cows are well aware that I would never spend so much money on them, and they are distrustful of me. I told my still dubious wife, “We’ll use that old rain-damaged barley hay remaining from six years ago as bait.” “She was wondering why she ever allowed herself to get trapped in my trap after moving a couple old moldy, stinky bales that fell apart on contact.
“When the foolish cows enter the corral to eat the hay, I will be poised on the other side of the hill on my trusty horse Gentleman,” I stated as part of my last instructions to my wife. I’ll charge over the hill on Gentleman, dash down to the corral gate, leap off my horse, and shut the gate on the cows on a signal from you, the blaring of the truck’s horn, and they won’t suspect a thing.” My wife was giggling hysterically at this moment.
I knew my strategy was working when I heard the horn blaring. I set off on Gentleman on the spur of the moment, but as I crested the hill, the trio’s young calf got a sight of the racing blur and alerted her mother and aunt. From then on, it was a sprint to the finish line.
In fact, I’ve seen Gentleman run faster, such as back to his stall when we failed to herd the cows once again. As the cows went towards the furthest part of the property, we simply stood there dejectedly with our tails put between our knees. “I suppose I should have married a better cowboy,” my wife said sarcastically, laughing at our failure.
“You could have married a better horse,” I replied.
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