We spent a week dodging stuff like this:
No one came out unscathed. If you hunted, you got poked, clawed, stuck, or scratched. And when you were chasing a wounded animal, you endured all of the above. Here's proof.
A little ointment and Charlie's ready for round 2.
Many of us borrowed JC's tweezers to pull thorns. He had another trick, too -- duct tape. Slap a strip of that over the thorns, yank it off, and the thorns were gone. 'Course, your hair was, too, but it was worth it (partly to get the thorns out, but also for the entertainment value).
Then there were these guys. One pasture held three bulls: this fellow, a black angus, and another longhorn with some of the most impressive horns I've seen. He was very shy, though, and I followed him around in the mesquite thickets for 15 minutes without getting a good photo. Then it finally dawned on me just how stupid it was to chase three unfriendly bulls in that stuff. I was asking to be turned into toe jam after they finished doing other unpleasant things that I don't want to think about. :eek: