We find the herd we are looking for, the Cowboy has about 1300 cattle in this valley which is his grazing land. It is an immense area and we both stand dumbfounded at the huge workload that the Cowboy has, although he has one friend to help him. In this herd I estimate there are about one hundred animals.
We leave the dirt road and the Cowboy steers his 4 wheel-drive into the terrain. We stop among some animals that seem quite slow and calm not in any hurry to get out of the way for a gigantic pick-up truck bearing down on them.
The Cowboy sets his dogs to work to round up the cattle but unfortunately we do not find the injured cow. So we do not get to do any roping which I was both fearing and looking forward to. We get back in the truck and set of again. This time we have some minor problem getting back on the road, mind you we have a horse on a horse cart as well. But the Cowboy is not appalled; he just shifts gear and drive right up through the ditch. On our way back he almost go off road on the left side of the road hitting a road marker while he is explaining something to us about cow-rearing. Now I start thinking that he might be drunk and as we get out of the car I understand that my brother is sure of it.
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