(After six months of hiding cows in the forest,

now I have to go find them!)

As I stepped down from the Saddle

To unlatch the slip wire gate,

My dog got so excited,

She heeled me... by mistake.

Fifty bawling cows and calves,

All looking for a way,

To skin down off this mountain,

‘Cause it snowed a bit today.

I pull the gate wide open,

They blow by me on the run...

Three hundred and fifty left to find,

Fall round-up has begun.

Mike Puhallo

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