A short true story of castration

[seanthomas (imported)]

My grandfather was a rancher and although I lived two states away I cherished the summers and school vacations I got to spend on the ranch. Part of that was the string of ponies he was always trading and picking out the best for me. One in particular was a mean spirited Pinto named “Mud Turtle”, for as soon as he was groomed after riding he’d make a B-line for the creek and roll in the mud. The little horse was also fond of trying to throw me at ever opportunity, bite me and – in particular – make sweet inter-species love with granddad’s heifers.

One day after observing the horse mounting a calf my grandfather called to me to “get that damn horse and bring him here”. As I was coaxing Mud Turtle with a feed bucket, halter concealed behind my back, granddad was stroking the spay blade of his Old Timer pocket knife on a whet stone.

Presenting the horse to granddad he threw a rope around the hind legs, spread said legs to fence posts and with a few swift cuts relieved the little stallion of his testicles. My new gelding galloped away, soon to loose interest in female cattle (and fortunately his other bad behavior).

Two large testicles were unceremoniously thrown into the bushes, whereupon I promptly recovered them. “What are you doing?” grandpa asked. “I want to take these to school and show them” I replied. (Cursing only as he could) I was told to throw those *#@& nuts back into the woods.

Despite my reverence for my grandfather and fear of an ass whipping, I surreptitiously recovered the testicles, placed them in a paper bag and secreted them under the passenger seat of his pickup.

Alas, as children are wont to, do I forgot about my stash and a few days later returned home. About a week later my father summoned me to the phone. On the line was a very irate grandfather who had just discovered the source of a horrid smell in his truck. Horse nuts and the Texas summer heat did not make for a pleasant aroma.

Fortunately for the threatened ass whipping never occurred.

[JessicaH (imported)]

That made me laugh really hard. Thanks!

[cutnbulls2ox (imported)]

Great story. As a kid you knew balls were too valuable to throw out as trash. But you lacked any way to preserve or save them. I think most boys would do or try the same thing in that situation. I bet your dad and grandfather thought you were a perfectly normal kid and quickly forgave you as if it was no big deal. You took the castration of your pony pretty calmly, not arguing, crying, fighting, or holding grudges against your grandfather for gelding your pony. Lots of kids would have made a giant fight over it.

Your grandfather probably at first thought you planned the smell in his truck as revenge for gelding your pony. Then he realized you were just trying to save the balls with no where to hide them.