Yippee the pasture pet

I brush hog my cow pastures in the winter after I think the cows have grazed all the good they can get off the fields. I'm a tightwad, so I kind of figure it would be costing me money if I brush hogged grass that might benefit the cow's nutritional needs. It seems no matter how much I spray and fertilize those pastures, there's always some weeds. Every stinking year in the dead of winter I have to hook up to the big brush hog, fill up the tractor with fuel and buy some gear oil for the gearboxes on the brush hog. I bet it cost me two hundred dollars for every two hundred acres of pasture I have weeds in. It's an aggravation that's for sure, I done spent money on spray that's supposed to have killed all of those durned weeds. Now I'm spending money again on the same weeds that somehow survived my concoction of spray and soap. I call it my liquid murder juice when I'm mixing it up in the hot months. I don't tightwad the concoction that's for sure. I'm kind of mean to those weeds, they cost me money a bunch of different ways.

So anyways, I head off to the nearest pasture the other day in my cab tractor with the big brush hog all folded up. I get over there and start making my rounds. It wasn't long and I spotted a coyote sort of following along behind the tractor. He found a big rat and jumped up and down chasing him. That coyote acted like he didn't have a care in the world about me brush hogging. He ate his rat and then kind of hung out by a couple of cedar trees as I brush hogged.

I got tired of sitting in the tractor about lunch time, so I parked the tractor by the gate and called Bill to come get me. That durned coyote just sat on his rear like a dog the whole

time I was waiting on Bill to come get me. We went and got some gas station chicken and then to the feed store. I got some gear oil and headed back out to my tractor after Bill dropped me off at my house.

I rode the UTV over to the gate where the tractor was parked. As I was getting in the tractor I heard that coyote yipping, so I yipped back at him. We had a good yipping contest for a couple of minutes. I tossed a chicken strip towards the group of cedars where the coyote hung out earlier in the day as I went by on the tractor. When I made my first round brush hogging he was standing right where I tossed the chicken strip. I brush hogged until dark and didn't see him again.

The next morning I went to town and got a gas station sausage biscuit and a couple of pops for my little ice chest in the tractor. When I started the tractor up that coyote came a trotting up within about fifty feet or so. I got kind of curious so I broke off a big chunk of biscuit and tossed towards him. I'll be danged if he didn't run up and snatch it.

He followed me back out to where I was brush hogging and once again, for the second day in a row he followed along behind the brush hog hunting rats. He caught another one, but I guess he was still hungry or maybe just bored because he resumed following me around again.

Lunch time finally rolled around so I headed back towards the gate. Bill was already there waiting on me and when I got out I yipped at the coyote. I'll be danged if he didn't come out of the brush and yip back at me. Once again, we had a yipping contest. I was hungry and headed toward Bill's truck. As I got in he said well Dances with Wolves what have you named that coyote? He ain't got two socks like in the movie. So what's his name? I said I guess we'll call have to make him Yippee the pasture pet.