Uh...Oh...here we go. Congrats on hooping the ram. Reminds me of my billy goat saga.
Long about (how many years ago)...my grandfather, gun trader and hide tanner had a billy goat in a little field (he would chew metal pans in a wad) yep, he sure would
Now the neighbor had some cows in the field next door. Well, wouldn't you know ole billy went through the woven wire fence into the cow pasture and chased the cows through another fenced in field of corn. Now, my grandfather didn't get around to good and panicked worrying that the cows would get bloated (foundered) eating too much.
So he calls me up. I'm about 17 then and being a cowboy nut offered me cash to truck my standard bred over and rope ole billy. Gramps had already drove his 1951 Buick in the pasture to run him down and was out maneuvered.
When I arrived Gramps trunk was open showing a 94 Win, a.45 SAA, a 12 guage, and a 22 pistol. He said we will stop ole billy one way or another.
So I unloaded my horse and chased that billy goat and I missed him first try.
So I recoiled my lariat, (Gramps sitting on the trunk edge of Buick with his cane) and I'm full bore after that billy goat and caught him right in front of Gramps. My standard bred horse had the back legs skidding to a stop, and I'm half way to the ground when ole billy come to the end of the rope.
Ole billy went straight up and came upside down with the horns stuck in the earth. What show that was. Gramps could hardly believe what just happened. He was so happy.....He paid me $20. Big money to me being a kid.
When people would come to his place for horse trading (guns) that story was told over and over. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.