That's right, Jack and some of his buddies, in a drunken stupor, agreed to buy a herd of buffalo. Really, aren't they just like cattle, only different? Each guy asked his wife what she thought, each wife said they thought the idea was stupid. Each guy bought a buffalo.
The buffalo (who are all named) were tranquilized and loaded, with a skid loader, into a trailer then taken to the pasture where I saw them.
I might add that tranquilizing a buffalo takes some doing and even then they only remain calm for a little while so the cowboys have to work fast. The cowboys in question are nearly all weekend cowboys and should have their life insurance premiums paid up.
If you get your binoculars out, you'll be able to see the 10 or so buffalo at the far end of the pasture. Invisible buffalo aside, aren't the colors in this picture beautiful? It was a perfect fall evening.
You can just about see the buffalo here. They are bunched together trying to figure out a way to get through the mud to the pond that's just beyond where they are standing. Hopefully, they'll remember that there is plenty of food and water back up at the barn.
Apparently, in Alma, it is quite a status symbol to say you own a buffalo. I wonder what kind of symbol it is going to be to say you were trampled by a buffalo? Stay tuned, because I am certain we will soon find out.
