Life lessons from a wayward cow – Part 3

Series: The Eccentric Cowboy | Story 27

For the last two weeks I wrote about Life Lessons from a Wayward Cow, about how my son and I spent several hours on horseback riding through canyons, grass and weeds taller than our heads, through brush, trees, thickets and deep-steep streams, trying to corral and reunite a cow that had inadvertently got lost from her calf.

Today, for the last lesson, I want to illustrate how something that you may dread or that looks like a bad task, situation or job may ironically turn out to be something really good and enjoyable.

Lesson Three: Factually, the day before our rodeo with Momma Cow, I had received a call just as the sun was going down that this cow was out. I went to look for her, but it got dark and stormed, and I could find no sign of her. As a consequence, I had all that night and most of the following day to worry about where this cow had gone and what it was going to take to get her back. Between the office, farm and house, I had about a million things that I could think of that I either needed to do or wanted to do … and spending several hours fighting with this cow was not on the list.

So, after leaving the office a little early that day, I gathered up all the mental strength I could muster to get Samuel to help me and clean off the bed of the pickup so we could hook up the trailer, saddle the horses and see if we could, first, find Momma Cow, and then get her in.

As per my first two lessons, make no doubt it was a lot of hot, dirty work, and pushed our cowboy skills to the brink. I can also tell you that the thought of fighting the mosquitos, ticks and flies requires me to exercise every mental power I have to think of anything but them biting and attaching to me.

So, with all that said, and despite the cussing, yelling and frustration, I noticed several times during our rodeo how much I not only enjoyed but actually loved the challenge and what we were doing. Most importantly it was the first time since my son had reached young adulthood that we had worked so hard together.

After we were done and putting our horses and pickup away, I realized that despite all the dread I had about this task, and all the hard work, it had been one of the best times I had in a couple of years. I also realized that as I was getting older I wanted my son to know just how much I had enjoyed working with him that evening. So I forced myself to express my deep emotion of how much that evening with him meant to me.

So here is the third and final lesson from the Wayward Cow, and that is the irony of life, of how something that we may look upon with such dread may actually be a great time. Be clear, I have always been of the mindset that some of the worst things may actually offer some of the best things, and that evening was confirmation and living proof.

 

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