The bull started to service the cows within two days……. all my cows! He even broke through the fence and bred with all of my neighbor’s cows! He’s like a machine! I don’t know what was in the pills the Vet gave him … but they kind of taste like peppermint.
Let me tell you, I had my doubts when I handed over that kind of cash for a single animal. I mean, $6,500? That’s a lot of steaks and burgers in potential, but I was promised this bull was worth every penny—and oh boy, was that an understatement.
The bull—let’s call him Hercules—arrived at my farm with the kind of swagger you’d expect from a prizefighter. Thick neck, powerful frame, and eyes that said, “I’m here to work.” Within 48 hours of stepping hoof on my property, he got straight down to business. I barely had time to introduce him to the ladies before he was out there making connections… and I mean serious connections.
All of my cows? Serviced. Not just once either—some of them were lining up like they were waiting for a ride at the county fair. It was like Hercules knew he had a job to do and wasn’t about to waste a second.
But he didn’t stop there.
Two days later, I found the fence torn down. I was about to launch into a fit about repairs when I spotted him on the other side—charming my neighbor’s cows like Casanova with hooves. I’ve never seen anything like it. My neighbor came over laughing, “Hey, I guess we’re co-parenting next spring!”
Now, I don’t know what kind of supplements the vet gave him before he arrived, but whatever they were, they were working. I asked the vet about them, and he just winked and handed me a little packet of peppermint-flavored pills. I thought he was joking—until I accidentally tasted one myself. Kind of refreshing, actually.
Hercules is a machine. No—he’s better than a machine. He’s a legend in the making. I’ve already had a few local farmers reach out asking if I’d consider “sharing the wealth,” so to speak. If things keep going like this, I’ll make that $6,500 back in no time. Honestly, I’m thinking of getting him a little cape or something—he’s earned it.
Moral of the story? Don’t underestimate a good investment in quality livestock. And maybe double-check your fences.