Personal Narrative-The Cow

I genuinely got emotional when I first read this passage. When the author, Eric Schlosser visited a slaughterhouse in the High Plains, he describes the sight of cows being lead into the factory. These cows are lead up a ramp and into the factory to be knocked unconscious, then later slaughtered.

“Soon,” she murmured. She turned back around, and howled. Howled so loud it shook the trees. So loud that my ears rang.

Just getting close enough to get the lead hooked on was the first step which proved to be very difficult most days. She was not fond of being yanked around the pasture or punished when she misbehaved. It took all my strength and sometimes a hard shoulder to the flank to get this twelve hundred pound Holstein to budge. There were a few occasions I even got drug through the mud but I would not let go, I would not let her win. The hardest thing about a cow is that they can sense your frustration and anger and they will use it against you. They know how to push your buttons just like a child. It took many months of early mornings and late nights, good days and bad, to finally get her broke. She saw my face every day and once she learned that I was the one in charge we were best

I would have thought that the cattle would have been driven out of the trailers with cattle prods and a lot of pushing and yelling.

Farm Equipment – The use of farm equipment near or around beef cattle can cause stress on all livestock, regardless of age. If the livestock are unfamiliar with the equipment or the sounds, they are likely to be spooked from the sounds and sights of the machinery.

When I was young my Dad would always remind me of how important these years as a kid are. He would always say watch how you act as a kid, for it will set the stage for the rest of your life. So many people I know ruined their lives when they were kids. This small, yet so important statement runs through my mind everyday. I love how everyone says they don’t care what people think of them, but I wish they knew how important it is to have a good image. I am not perfect, but I would like to be close as possible. But as Salvador Dali said “Have no fear of perfection, you’ll never reach it. “ The problem I see is everyone wanting to be someone that they are not. Sure, we all have our idols that we look

I am so upset at myself. I don’t know where my head was. Finally, here I was, with $80 to my name (which is meager compensation for a two-month cattle drive), and then I lose it all gambling. Just one night, and now I am bankrupt all over again. Yesterday was my 22nd birthday, as well as my payday, so I allowed myself a little gambling in Abilene, Kansas, a cow town. But I got so caught up in the action that I couldn’t stop, and pretty soon, I was broke.

By the fourth time my horse, Ruby, bucked me off, I had hit the ground enough times to finally get some sense nocked into me. Ruby was my most recent training project. It was late spring and I had gotten her the previous fall as an unstarted two-year-old. She has always been an especially sensitive mare, which at the time, made her an extra flighty filly. Out of the six horses I have started, Ruby was the only one to ever buck me off, and not just once, but four times.

Malvinē scoffed, “I can assure you, it’s only a temporary agreement.” She then retrieved her coat from the door, and readied to go outside. The knife was in her coat pocket, though she didn’t remember putting it there.

“Get out of my house I’m not dealing with you anymore. How can you do so much damage?” Katherine whispered with

As the blood was dripping from Katherine neck I felt an oozing pain in my body. Looked over at Jacob, he smiled. My first drink of the year and I already felt guilt for what I had done. I didn’t like the new me, I didn’t like the way it made me feel. All my emotions were spinning in my head and my body I just can`t handle the pain.

When we were going through the pasture, my dad said, “We are going to check the cows first.”

It was the morning of the Minnesota State Fair 4-H 2014 Dairy Show at about 4:45 in the morning. It was a chilly, calm morning for the crowd of the state fair doesn’t start up until nine or ten o’clock usually. It’s a sight that not many get to see, the state fair grounds bare empty without a line of people or a food vendor open yet. That morning I was put on the crew that had to wash the eighteen cattle for our county. This rigorous job is not as simple as bringing your dog to the pet wash and using the

A gallows stands alone in the center of the courtyard, its wood a sun-bleached pallor. Thick crusts of soot mar its otherwise buffed exterior. Black iron studs adorn it, glimmering in the waning light of the sun. Nearby, thick clouds of ash scatter from piles of burning bodies. The acrid stench of smoke and incinerated flesh billows into the empty square. Empty, save for one person.

That evening I had just as I stared to run with the cow I heard snarling