It’s 6 1/2 hours from Sierraville to Modesto and the packing house. Karl had put together a load of cull cows. Whilst unloading, a bony gummer mama cow who looked like a ragged shag carpet hangin’ over a sawhorse, balked, backed up, and fell between the chute and the truck!
Karl leaped after the critter shouting profanities! Ever Ready, as we’ll call the cow, turned, charged and put him under the trailer. Evaluating his predicament, Karl dialed the nearby sale barn requesting assistance and to bring a rifle. Ever Ready wheeled and took off! She raced past the beef packing house, the tallow works, the hog pla t and the hide plant, scattering a pack of smokers on a break! She hit the Stanislaw River and swam it like a porpoise, climbing out on the other side onto the golf course.
By the time the sale barn pickup found Karl, crossed the bridge, and swerved out onto the golf course, E.R. was chasing and menacing a foursome of retired bankers who had already downed half a fifth!
Karl was leaning out the sale barn pickup window wielding a rifle when a deputy sheriff with lights and a siren blaring forbade him to shoot the cow. “Against the law in the city limits,” he explained, “Animal Control is on the way with a tranquilizer gun.”
In the meantime twelve police cars had converged on the back nine. Animal Control arrived with the tranquilizer gun just as the Police Sergeant drove up. He said it’s too dangerous to fire at the cow, what with there being an apartment complex just across the street. They must wait for the Swat Team who had a designated shooter.
In a stroke of professional genius the expected shooter made a quick analysis and, taking a page from the Modesto Rodeo, commandeered four patrol cars to chase the cow across a big par 5 as hazers, while he raced behind like a bulldogger to get close enough to bring her down! It was at that moment that Channel 3 arrived and joined the chase!
At ten o’clock that evening in an all-night caf