A Whole Lot of Bull

We bought a new wagyu bull last week; he arrived on Sunday morning. With no tag reader Gibbo suggested I climb up onto the truck with my camera and attempt to photograph the bull's nlis button. Talk about a hillbilly show.

Trying to hang on to the side of the truck whilst also manoeuvering a big canon dslr was fraught with.....stupidity. Of course, the bull just kept walking around in circles becoming slightly more agitated  at each pass.

Drew tried with his phone. No luck there either.

Common sense finally prevailed and we decided to unload him (the bull, not Gibbo), catch him in the race, photograph the tag, reload him and take him to the herd. (We wasted more time trying to get a photo from the back of the truck than it took to run him off and back on again).

Peacefully off the truck and into the green feed.

The Matriarch came for a look to inspect the goods, so to speak.

Much to Gibbo's disappointment, the bull took no interest in the girls - finding the grass much more inviting.

My two boys.