I recently spent $6,500 on this registered Black Angus bull. I put him out with the herd but he just ate grass and wouldn’t even look at a cow.
I was beginning to think I had paid more for that bull than he was worth. Anyway……I had the Vet come and take a look at him.
He said,, the bull was very healthy, but possibly just a little young. 😂
so he gave me some pills to feed him once per day.
The bull started to service the cows within two days……. all my cows! He even broke through the fence and bred with all of my neighbor’s cows!
He’s like a machine! I don’t know what was in the pills the Vet gave him … but they kind of taste like peppermint. 🤣
It sounds like you’ve got quite the story with your Black Angus bull! 😄
At first, it must have been frustrating to spend $6,500 on a bull that seemed more interested in eating grass than doing what you bought him for. You were probably starting to wonder if he was worth the investment at all.
But after the vet gave him a checkup and declared him healthy, it must have been a relief to know it wasn’t a health issue—just maybe a case of him being a little too young. Then, the vet prescribed some pills, and it seems like they worked wonders!
Within just two days, your bull was not only taking care of your herd but breaking through fences to get to your neighbor’s cows too! Now, it seems like he’s on a mission, working non-stop. That “peppermint-flavored” twist at the end makes it even funnier, like you’ve almost been tempted to try them yourself!
It’s a good thing the pills worked out, but you might have to negotiate some deals with your neighbors for all the extra “work” your bull is putting in! 🤣
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