Real Cowboy Research Paper

They say a real cowboy is the man taking care of his cattle and horses at 3 in the morning and in the freezing cold, before anything else. That saying pretty much says everything about my life. I may not be the kind of cowboy you expect, because I don’t have a horse. I do know how to lasso and I know my way around a cow just like a cowboy out west would. But the ways I’ve grown up doing have changed me into the man I am today. Since I was little I’ve been out around the cows. Some of my earliest memories are being in the hay loft and throwing hay down to the cows. Then sitting on his lap in the skid loader scooping manure up. In more recent years I have been showing cows and boy are they a lot of work. Washing them at least two times a day, feeding them, then walking them, We even have to blow dry them. I have worked with my heifer so much this year that she follows me around like a puppy. The more I work with cows the harder worker I become. To most people a newborn calf or piglet is cute, but they don’t realise the work they are. Sometimes a mother cow won’t accept her calf, and it’s what you’ve been wanting for a long time cause you want to bottle feed a calf. Sometimes it’s hard for the calf to figure out you’re trying to feed it, so you have to kind of force it. You have to be gentle but firm so you don’t hurt
him. After a while the calf will get annoying, following you around and sucking on your shirt. But you have to kind cause he’ll be feeding you one day, just like you’re feeding him today. Everything gets old and dies off, it’s sad and you hope it never happens.
Death on a farm always comes when you don’t expect it. A death of one of my animals makes me stop and think that we only have a limited time here. Sometimes you stop and think about what you could have done. Like one time one of my pigs died from pneumonia, I thought for a month on how i could have saved him. I could’ve noticed the sickness quicker and told dad to get the vet. Truth is, I thought it was just an ordinary cough at first and I thought he would get over it. I was wrong and I paid the price. I know to pay better attention and tell dad when I notice something
wrong. Every once in awhile you get a weak animal that can’t stand. Old and young, it may happen, you never know. We have a ravine that’s in the middle of our pastures, it got really muddy one time and a cow got stuck in it. When I found she was tired. I got dad and we pulled her out with some ratchet straps and ropes. She was really weak and couldn’t stand right away. I went out the next morning and saw she was with the others grazing. I was amazed how fast she recovered. It made me believe more in God for having that miracle happen. I know I’m not the cowboy on TV or on the movies, but the it’s a goal of mine to be the best in the world. All that I do on our little Indiana farm is making me into a greater man. I know work because I’ve worked so hard my hands got callused than those broke and bled. With a little faith and a determination to work hard, it’ll get you farther. I am the man getting up in the morning, in the freezing cold, taking care of my livestock, before anything else.