Well after my ordeal on Friday I went down to visit my Grandma and help her around the farm. My Dad was up from Houston for a visit and he was there too so it made the trip worth while.
When I got there late Friday night my uncles were there as well. They loaded out cattle from one of the pasture they rent onto semi trucks that morning to go to some feedlot in Nebraska. As we sat around bullshitting they told me they were one head short on the count when they loaded up the cattle. They found the calf deep into some timber on the place and the cowboy couldn't get in it deep enough to get the calf out.
So I told them I would go over in the morning with my dog and try to find the calf. When I went out there, I ran into the cowboy who was looking for the calf too.
(sorry crap picture, camera phone)
You can see in the direction that he was heading that the brush is pretty damn thick. Anyway, we came up with a plan on where the calf might be and I went to walking with one of my dogs. 
As luck would have it, I didn't have to go very far and we found the calf buried in some thick brush that if the dog hadn't of spooked her, we might never had found her. This calf is a fighting little bitch and took off after the dog, then saw the cowboy and just flat took off. The dog followed as well as the cowboy who was keeping an eye on her through the timber until we could get her out into the open.
Since I was on foot I didn't get to see most of it other than the cowboy roping the calf, the young horse not stopping like it should and the calf going free. As I finally caught up to them, about a mile away (this is a big, big pasture), he had her roped and she was laying on the ground. Once I got there, I held her down (old cowboy trick, grab the closest front foot, pull up on it and put a knee on her neck) while he got off the horse and hobbled her other 3 legs. I wish I had a picture, but I was wore out and wasn't thinking.
After she was tied up, he rode back to get his trailer and I went to my car to get some water for myself and the dog. Hell, he nearly drank a whole regular bottle of water himself. Once I noticed the trailer coming I went back to the heifer and we proceeded to load her in the trailer out in the open. Using 2 lariats and my dog, we finally persuaded her to go forward into the trailer. If I thought she was crazy before hand, I know she is now. She went to kicking and headbutting the trailer anytime we got near. Needless to say, it was a fast trip back to the farm to get her unloaded with the other heifers we have around the place.
This was done all before noon.
After that I had lunch, you just can't beat Grandma's home cooking. The best part was, she was making pies (yum yum)!
After lunch, I took off with Dad and we went up to the big hill and grabbed some yellow sandstone rocks that he wanted to take back to Houston to put around the flower beds.
So here is me on the 4-wheeler. I brought down 3 dogs with me, Trey and Pip are border collies and Kip is a German Shorthair. Since I can't whistle loud enough with a single hand and drive the 4-wheeler as well, I put on my shepherds whistle to keep them with in a 300 yards of me.
(Dad took the picture as I was calling for the dogs)
Notice the empty basket on the front, that's where I put all the rocks in. It was completely full and over flowing by the time we were done.
On the way back we decided it was time to check the pond we had built out.
While this is my Grandma's place, her kids own all the property around there.
Here's a picture of Dad's loaded SUV with the rocks he wanted. Not a whole lot of them, but it ended up adding ~200 lbs to the back of it.
After that all I did was go over to my Dad's sisters place and have some beers and shoot the shit.
All Sunday amounted too was helping Grandma get a count on all the cattle around the home place. Here's a few pictures of them.
Sometimes all ya need is a little old lady and a bucket of range cubes and the cattle come running.
Needless to say it was a fun distraction from everything else.
Cheers.
