They look like some happy, healthy, good natured boys! It makes me happy to see them jumping around and playing with each other. Great video, thanks for sharing.
i can not imagine standing in front of a bull and telling him what to do!!!!!! They are gorgeous animals and I appreciate your respect of them. Most men think they have to be cruel. God bless you.
Ann Poucher The trick is to never turn your back on them. They're extremely unpredictable, even the ones you think are gentle. Glad to see there are still free-range farms left.
@spr95que Why was it necessary for you to say "STFU" to the woman whose comment you responded to? She spoke of the respect shown by the men to their livestock as well. It was rude and uncalled for to respond to her comment in that way.
This is great. These boys are just like kids - when one starts up they all start up! And it seems they just really want to play! Made my night, watching these "boys!"
They did hit them on one occasion though but only as a last resort. It would have been nice to have had a bit more speech explaining what was happening. Lovely beasts though!
I grew up with some Holstein bulls in our pasture and I was deathly afraid of them. They were so aggressive all the time. Got chased many times and had to climb up grain bins and railing to get away.
🤭... 😂😂😂 Hysterical!!! You get a 🏆 and a 💰 for that one! Every morning, my son expects me, his Mom, to have a conversation with him while he stands there with his hand down his shorts just scratching away. 🙄
Beautiful animals! There were two Brahman's in the pasture next to ours when we were kids. When they saw us, they would come to the fence to be petted. We stayed outside the fence and pet them. They loved it. We understood that these were big, strong animals that could hurt you if you angered them. It was such a pleasure. They were like big puppy dogs.
I have worked with Herefords in New South Wales Australia, & I agree with your methods. I found I got better results by talking to them than beating the shit out of them with a rubber hose. Thanks for your post, it';s the best I have seen. But I would not turn my back to any of them! Cheers Bill.
This is hilarious. Just like kids pushing boundaries to see what they can get away with. I also like the fact you use verbal queues instead of prod. It's much more humane. Props to you and you ranch, Sir.
I live in Hereford and these cattle are an everyday sight around my home. Other breeds too. We rent two fields to a neighbour who keeps a herd of Charolais and actually when the calves are around, the cows are way more dangerous than the bull. If you enter the field he just turns sideways to show you how big he is, before leading them all into the next field. Our neighbour thinks nothing of entering the small enclosed bull pen with him. But the cows with calves will actually come after you.
From what I understand the Hereford breed heads towards the storm when a storm comes in. Whereas other cows run away from the storm, run up against the fence, bunch up against each other and then suffocate.
Duane, Your videos brought back many memories with my dad on the farm, and our Hereferd Cattle!!! He also had great love and respect for his livestock!!! Hearing you talk, yell, and react with your magnificent Bulls, sounding just like my dad, interacting and laughing with his cattle!! Thankyou for sharing!! It made my Memorial Day weekend!!!
I remember my daddy working around with bulls and cows they understood him when he tell let's go, don't do that all he had to was point his finger at them they always did what he wanted them to do you remind me alot him sir god bless you and your family
Read Temple Granden. This lady has Aspbergers and developed a humane way to work cattle to keep them calm. I worked in the field of autism for 30yrs. Totally in awe of this lady. Love and light always x
My Grandfather had this enormous Zebu bull. When I saw him I was 7 years old. I don't know what possessed me, but I got oats and honey and put them in a bucket and I started just going out to his fence and I would slide it into his enclosure. After a about a week every time I walked into the barn he would come over to the fence and laydown. After about a month of this I could walk around his enclosure and he would follow me around. After a couple of years I could let the bull out and I could ride him, and he follow me everywhere. My Grandfather commented "Well I guess we can't eat him now" that comment got the 9 year old "Don't event say that, he might hear you" look. Man, I cried and cried when to old boy died. I miss Bam Bam.
My grandfather was always kind to his animals. We had this small farm when i was really young maybe 6-8 that my dad grew up on. He had about 20 cows and every single one of them had a name and their own stall in the barn. the majority of the girls knew their names to, it was wild calling a cow like a dog. They were a miss match of different breeds and mixes that we kept around for breeding mostly and one of the girls was an almost all black Holstein the milk ones. I named her blacky like a 6 year old might. She was prized for always raising really healthy bulls and being an amazing mother. She had a habit of stealing from stalls next to hers and i thought it was funny so id pay attention to her. i dont remeber ever becoming friends with her, i just remeber being friends. she would lick me every chance she got and loved to try and eat hats. i would bring her food and scrape up the fine powder that falls to the bottom of hey piles, she loved the stuff. I never understood why my parents always warned me about going out into the field without someone because blacky was basically a dog and loved to walk with me and she never harmed me. We got a new bull one winter and in the spring i was walking out to meet blacky, she would call that long screech mothers give for their calfs when she saw me i ended up starling the new bull who was in the creek at the bottom of the hill i was on. He started jogging at me not full speed and i turned to run, i made it close to the fence when i heard a hole bunch of screeching from blacky i turned around and she had put herself between me and the new bull and was swinging her head left and right at him, kinda like a middle finger for cows. he gave up right away and she chilled out and followed me back to the house for carrots and rhubarb in sugar i remeber to this day. i told my grandfather and he explained why he figures she did the thing she did. He told me " between that call you always get and the way she follows and rests her head on you even while standing looks like shes mothering you, and thats awfully weird given its long past time for her to be breeding and shes threatening the bull? she must be swarming with mother hormones" she treated me the same all year any time
@@FeedMeSalt I grew up on my family's dairy/poultry farm and had many similar experiences. All of our herd of 60 had names..all of the women in the family had a cow named after her. We had holsteins, jerseys, guernseys, and aeshers(sp). All knew their names and would come when called. They all knew which stanchion to go to for milking twice a day. Of course they knew it was time because their udders were full and would proceed in an orderly fashion to return from the pasture, up the lane and into the barnyard and the barn. I only had one "scary" experience when I was a youngster. The cow bearing my name was an oversized red spotted mixed breed with wide spred large horns. She could be a little stubborn at times and one day decided to give chase to the small girl with red braids. I ran like a young colt with her hot on my heels making it behind the barn and jumping into an old farm truck just in time. I didn't want her to catch me on one of those big weapons on her head or kick me with one of her big feet! As I caught my breath, I saw her drop her drop her head and decide she needed to go back to the barn for milking. She calmly turned around and left. Whatever riled her that day shall always remain a mystery and shortly after my dad tipped those big pointy horns so I would no longer be afraid. The day my dad auctioned the herd to area farmers will always be a sad memory for me. I really loved all those ladies and the way of life they represented. I was 18 yrs. old and moving on into a new life myself. But, the poultry farm would always be a part of my life even to this day, when I am retired and not working on the farm anymore. The cows, pigs, chickens, and thousands of turkeys are now gone, but the land and buildings remain and have evolved into a new business run by my brother. I will always have my memories of a kinder, simpler more satisfying way of life. It was always a lot of hard work for everyone but somehow no one minded because it was so rewarding.
I love that you don't hit them. You are educated in their behaviour and you treat them with respect. They seem to respond better to your voices than any rod or whip. They challenge you but you keep them moving with diversion. I am a vegetarian btw and grew up around cattle farms. It is good to see that a lot has changed for the better in handling these beautiful beasts of God. Good for you Duane!
We halter break all of the replacement heifers that we keep and all of the bulls we plan to sell or keep. That helps a lot. The rest is due to how they are handled and treated for the most part. Herefords are really well mannered cattle anyways for the most part. There is always an exception. Thanks for the comment. Take care
Duane Chandler My grandfather wanted to raise, registered herford cattle. He ended up with nearly all bull calves! Which tured out to be more profitable as they were easy to sell to the ranchers in his area. Most of them like yours, were halter broke. I recall as a kid going into the pasture and scratching them at feeding time. Most people were frightened of them and you did need to pay attention as bulls will always be bulls! And they all have buried in them a "bully attitude" that can pop out anytime. Ranchers would be amazed when they showed up to pickup a bull and my grandmother would load them in the trailer for them, as my grandfather would be either driving truck or sleeping so he could drive truck which was his regular day job.
We had what must have been the exception when I was a kid. I went to cross one field, thinking he was in another, only to barely escape with my life. We only had him around for that one breeding season.
I bought a dog from some folks who raise bulls for competitive bull-riding. I was impressed that their bulls also respond to verbal commands, and when called by their particular number, and told to do something, they would do it. I don't think cattle are given enough credit for their intelligence. I certainly didn't know they could be taught to respond to commands in that way. Pretty impressive!
Just good old boys and their puppies. It is not obvious to the city folk but those bulls actually listened to the man' s voice. But they were upset probably took them out of a nice pasture.
Morning farmer's, bulls with all attitude's. My little 3 year old daughter, and I are sitting here at thee breakfast table, watching you and hollering at thee bull that was going to jump over thee fence. Little girl Emma said be careful. God bless you all. We are in Charleston, South Carolina
I love what the bulls have to say! You guys are a wonderful group of men. Love watching the videos because you have respect for them. Also love the laughing!🐄🐄🐄🐄🐴🐴🐴🐴🐴🐴
The farm beside us used breed polled herefords, we often used to ride on them like ponies , mostly they were pretty docile if handled from calves, the world would be a lot hungrier if not for the Hereford, they thrive in every corner of the world.
Respect for your patience and not using sticks ! Well done. Apart from not being cruel - you make it funny with the commands!! They are like toddlers, wanting to do their own thing and having to do what their Dad tells them to do!
They are gorgous.very vocal.im definitely subscribing.thanks for this,amazing the way you handle (not so much handling)but the way you keep them in order.i bet it's knackering lol.
Ha ha ha. That was awesome. Reminds me of a day care centre only with bulls. You can tell these bulls are well cared for and respected just by your actions. Nice to see.
The mountains look so pretty in the background. They look like the mountains here in Salt Lake City Utah. We have so much agriculture here to my uncle has a huge Farm with life stock. I love the video you're so sweet and you don't cuss in it.
Love the way they obey you...sort of. Reminds me of the neighbor's hereford bull tipping over a Volkswagon bug with the driver in it. Don't honk when the bulls are blocking the road...ha!
I'm impressed, how you handle these bulls with your voice, especially when they come running towards you. Great job - this is why I like your chanel. You show then respect, by not hitting them. Thanks for the video.
@Honesty Wins blah blah blah, poor rear end constitution, what kind of b.s. is that? You try to speak like you know what you are talking about, but the real cowmen know your full of s**t!!
Hahah whoo, he's a willful one! What a great video! I gotta tell you, when that great big bad boy was running straight at you, I'd have ruined my pants if it were me standing there!! I mean I guess you got to or otherwise he WILL just run you down, and he's obviously got respect for you, but man... I'm just a small little lady. I'd have been scared half to death! This video is too much fun! Guys all hollerin, bulls all hollerin, everybody hollerin and just raisin hell. I could watch this all day!
That is exactly what I was thinking!! I would have wet my pants absolutely! I just watched a couple of the other videos and LOVED to hear his little chuckles at these bulls.
😁So entertaining! Thank you for the laugh! Beautiful creatures they are, so glad they are well cared for. God bless you and your family! Laughter IS contageous. 😊
I guess you're either really experienced or completely crazy, to stand in front of a bull running straight towards you and just yell at him to stop like that! I'm amazed they respond to you the way they do. Nice work. They seem happy and healthy
I was living on a dairy farm and a bull got out. That bull chased my uncle Jack around this big oak tree we were laughing so hard he just got to the porch in time!
THAT FIRST BOY HAD ME LAUGHING! HE'S LIKE A BIG OLD FUSSY CHILD!!! I love his attitude!!! This has been the best video I've seen! By the way , LOVE THOSE BAKER BULLS!!!! You guys grow them big up there! I'm Over here in Union and saw the mountains and cracked up because I knew two things: Those mountains and those big boys had to be from the Baker and North Powder areas! Good job guys!!
We raised Herefords when I was a kid. Haven't seen much of them since I got married. Had a small herd and our own bull. Loved seeing them in this video.
Damn beautiful Bull, and I would watch a video everyday with people yelling at cows rather than beating em and breaking their tails and bones and spirit.
NegraMonroe just what I was thinking. I lost my grandmother recently but this reminded me of her. her and my grandad were dairy farmers. they knew every cow and we could walk among them while they were being milked
NegraMonroe I grew up on a farm and been around farming all of my life. Never have seen anyone break cattles tails or any bones. Don't show you ignorance by commenting on something you know nothing about.
irench me too, puts a lump in my throat. I'm 62 now, wanted to ride a cow and have one. Sat with one who was sick years ago and pat her head and cried and cried. I love the cattle.
