Investing in the Bull
Recently, I spent $6,500 on a registered Black Angus bull. I placed him with my herd, expecting results, but he only grazed and ignored the cows.
Initial Concerns and Calling the Vet
Worried I’d overpaid, I called the vet to check him out. The vet assured me the bull was in good health but likely still a bit young. To help, he prescribed a daily pill.
A Surprising Turnaround
Within two days, the bull transformed! He started servicing every cow in my herd—and even broke through the fence to reach my neighbor’s cows!
The Mystery of the Miracle Pills
This bull is now unstoppable! I still don’t know what’s in those pills from the vet, but oddly enough, they taste like peppermint!
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