THE CORRIENTE BULL

our little place in bowie held just a few cattle but we were trying to run a few horned cattle to raise for roping purposes. a friend had bought a corriente bull and left him there with us. we had him turned out with our cows as he was the right kind. wide, flat horns light body weight and  and a seemingly gentle disposition. but he had one unmanageable problem. he never saw a fence he wouldn't crawl through. the fences around our little place wernt great, to say the least.  nthat little bull was out and gone most of the time. he just didn't like cows. any cows. when he got out he would go to a large commercial pecan grove and hide out. he liked solitude. it didn't matter to him if he was all alone, that was fine with him. those folks with that pecan grove wernt real fond of our little Mexican friend as he seemed to like to fight the four wheeler they drove.  I took the dogs and went over to that Mormon owned pecan grove went after Sancho. he was smart and would run under the trees where there was no place for me to get to him with my horse and rope. the dogs would worry him  until he broke and run but that was right back to another row of trees. this went on for the better part of half a day. the dogs would over heat and quit while they found a water puddle to cool off in. my horse and I were fine because all we could do was trot along and watch waiting for this sly booger to show his head. it never happened. I had to leave him as it got late in the day. next day we were back but mr. bull was gone.  we found his tracks where he left the grove and crossed the road into some farm land that wasn't being farmed.  he bee lined west across that land and went into a mesquite thicket on the far side. all day we tracked the bull but never caught up. the next day my son and some friend came to help. one damn bull and there were 5 of us plus a pack of dogs.  mid morning we jumped the bull. he broke from the thicket headed back to the pecan grove a mile away. he was loping along a barbwire fence that was the boundry of a neighboring ranch. my son on his good rope horse rolled up on the bull and put the prettiest hor loop on that flat, wide set of hornes. just as he pulled his slack the bull ducked under the horses neck , and went through the fence. carter had no choice but turn his rope loose or take a fall at a dead run on a hard packed dirt road. we back tracked to a gate and struck a long trot on that bulls tracks. the dragging rope leaving a trail like a snake a walkin. we split up and tried to work in the direction the bull was goin. soon we saw carter commin at a trot. the bull was in tow and carters friend had a rope on one hind foot to keep the bull from hooking carters horse.  there was a little farm close by that had a few cows so we cut the fence and led mr. bull to their two by four corral.  we knew it wouldn't hold him so we tied him to a nice gentle railroad tie that was set for a corner post. trouble was when those town folks had set it  they didn't tamp the loose dirt back in around the post. it was loose and wobbled around when the bull set back. we held our breath until the trailer arrived and we were able to load the bull. he didn't get out of that trailer until he hit the local sale barn next morning. 3 days work for one little , bad mannered bull!