Castration Vacation
I'm staring at the back end of a bull. Everyone's waiting for me to move. Like a typical city girl I'm asking if it's going to kick me. "I can't tell you that, honey," says the ranch owner, but did I sign the waiver about the risks of injury or death? We laugh. Undaunted I brace myself and cup the bull's testicles in my hand while slipping a thick elastic band around them. So far so good; they're warm and furry and my bull isn't objecting. I think he might be enjoying it. Next, I attach....
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Just another day branding some bulls.
Till the cows come home.
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