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I wasn’t even going to get him, then he was gone

One fine blustery morning Eli and I fired up the old truck, and hit the road to go pick up a new little Kiko doeling that I stumbled upon for sale. She was young, but a looker. She had a twin with her, but the last thing I needed was another buck around here let alone a young one.

As we got there the snow and wind had picked up quite a bit, and a black Cadillac was waiting at the end of the drive for us. I thought good lord what did I get us into as we pulled in. The driver got out suited in black as one would expect. The suit was one of carhartts though. Yet again not what I expected.

I first laid eyes on the buck in the back I knew that I had to have him. His sire was a massive three legged brute with twisted horns 3+ feet wide. His four year old half brother was well on the way to his father’s majesty and docile to boot.

We were able to get a hold of them and load them in the back of the truck easily. We were slightly concerned when he started head butting the window between the truck and topper when Eli took a peak at him. Thankfully we were able to get home with no issues.

At home I backed up the the pen, and it was all I could do to get him our of the truck, let alone through the gate. I did it though and closed the gate. He took off behind a brush pile and was gone…over the 4′ fence like it wasn’t even there. I caught a glimpse of him like a white tail in the fall woods and then he just disappeared…well crap.

In a hurry, Nicole and I both got on the ATVs and went two different directions not knowing what way he would go once he his the plowed field behind the grove. Luckily I spotted him running across the field coming back toward us, headed for our trees. The last thing I wanted though was for him to get through them and into the neighbors grove. I flew after him trying to cut him off before he could hit the trees. He was faster than me and hit the woods. Now the only thing was to try and beat him to the road side and hope I made it first. Flying between the drainage ditch and the tree edge he darted out in front of me and into the drainage ditch… Remember this morning it had been snowing when we picked him up.

I bailed off the ATV before it had even stopped with enough wits to drop my phone on the bank since the water was over 3′ deep and he was already headed under the culvert. Luckily as I hit the water I could easily grab him. Goats are not known for their love of water sports and the current was strong enough he was swimming in place. Wrestling him to the edge of the water and and fighting him up the bank I was able to wait for help as Nicole and the Boys brought a rope to bring him home. He did not go willingly yet, but we got him secured in a stall where he was able to calm down.

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My $500 is Running Down the Road…

The Goat Chronicles

Everyone who has goats has a story.  Some good, some not so good, but they are all memorable.  The Goat Chronicles are our’s.

It was time to find a new buck for our herd as we had lost Chewy.  After searching I came up with a Kiko buck, that looked quite majestic.  After a few messages back and fourth the day came to go check him out, and bring him home.  Upon seeing him, you could tell he was a king in his harem, and he didnt want to leave.  He was wild in there and it took three of us with a rope and a calf catcher to get ahold of him and load him on the trailer.  Already, I could tell it was going to be intereesting when we got home and had to unload him.  We ended up getting two other does from the herd and that seemed to calm him in the trailer.

Once we got home it was fairly easy to get a rope around the two does and get them into a stall.  As I walked back into the trailer I thought, this won’t be so bad, since he had just stood there while I brought the does out.  I was wrong.  As I got around the sort gate with a rope in hand, he made his move before I even had a chance to make mine.  He made a break for the sort gate that Nicole was trying to hold.  230lb charging goat vs. 120lb woman who was slipping on the straw to hold the gate.  He blew right through her best efforts to hold the gate and he was gone out the back, as the rear man was not sure what was going on and the tail gate was open.

Down the driveway he went, and headed straight for the goat barn, but was stopped by the fence that was up around the barn.  It should be easy now to corner and catch him, after all he wanted in the pen to find the girls we brought home with him.  We resituated ourselves and went at him with a goat catcher and two ropes between three of us.  He was as wise as his beard makes him look, and would not be fooled.  He bolted over the snow pile and then through the electric fence, which unknowingly to us, happened to be shorted out at the time, and headed out.  Nicole couldn’t believe I had convinced her to buy this Buck, which was now running away unimpeded by our fences.  She was beyond mad as she yelled, “There goes my $500, running away”, as he cut to the road for a quick get away.

Hot on his tail I was not going to loose him, you wouldn’t want to face your wife if you let her investment run away either, so I kept running.  I almost caught up to him running down the middle of our road. But, when he noticed I was there he put on the after burneres and took up and then cut into my neighbors yard.  Being farther behind I could see where he was headed and I cut him off around a snow pile as he throught about going between two sheds, so he charged into our neighbor’s three stall shop wtih quite alot of crashing, as objectes tumbled.

Mind you, I have never met this neighbor and he came out to find me standing in his garage, winded and staring at a goat in the back corner.  This garage was far from spotless as there were things everywhere and due to a drain not working and the snow melt, had standing water in it.  Quickly, saying “Hi, Nice to meet you I am Matt”, I was ready to make my move.  He was cornered finally, but there was no way he was going to let me near him and a wall of stuff was between us.  We stared at each other, waiting for the first one to make a move.  Eventually my dad wandered by wondering where we had gone.  The neighbor, who my dad thought was yelling at him for being in his yard, got his attention. He had the rope, which I got from him and  I made a loop to try and lassoe the goat.  Very uncowboy like, and after several tries got him lassoed, and wouldn’t you know it, he let me walk right up to him.

We were able to get him out of the garage and back home.  Walking him like a bizarre dog between the two of us right down the road and into the stall with his ladies, whom we hoped would keep him happy enough not to try andything else.  Come morning though, the latched stall was open and he was standing at the barn door watching over his new harem.