Being raised on a ranch in Southern Oregon has given me a lot of fond memories, and one of those memories is a 4-H bull that the bosses’ son Steve was going to raise.  It was an orphaned Angus Bull, whose mother had died during his birth, and so the adventure began.  No one ever told us boys that you shouldn’t raise a bull like a pet, especially where it thinks it’s one of the dogs.
 
 We had to bottle feed this bull calf from birth and so when he saw us walking around, he  followed along with the rest of the dogs.  It got where he did most of what the dogs did.  If we threw a ball or stick for the dogs, the bull ran along with them to get it.  He didn't pick it up but he ran along with the dogs.  When someone came down the long driveway in their car or truck he chased them.  Of course the bull was inside the fence which ran along the driveway, but it was pretty cute watching him chase the cars so we encouraged it.  When we were feeding the other live stock, he chased the truck and dodged across in front of us; and we laughed.
 
 Of course we also took the time to shampoo, brush, and train this bull to be a prize 4-H Bull.  He looked  good with his shiny black fur and all blocked off with great muscle tone.  We really did a good job.  One night the bull got out of the pasture, and this guy who was from California was coming down the road in a little Triumph Spit Fire Sports Car, and we think the bull was going to dodge in front of the car, but the car was going faster than the bull was used to.  The next morning dad and I came to work, and the bull was laying by the back gate with his head all peeled up, so we put him in the barn so Steve could check him out later.
 
 About an hour later that car drove up to us by the shop, and the passenger got out and asked if we could help pull his car out of the ditch.  That's when we saw the car.  We pulled it out and noticed a big dent on the right front fender above the front tire.  The man told us he was driving down the road when something that he can’t explain knocked him off the road.  It was as if God was telling him not to drink and drive.  We assumed the bull being jet black, that the man didn’t see him in his drunk state of mind, and we didn’t volunteer any information either.  With the marks on the bull he was no longer 4-H material, so he became breeding stock and a bull to reminisce about.

By: James Grimes
 7/22/09

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