‘Not One Drop Of Blood’: Cattle Mysteriously Mutilated In Oregon

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‘Not One Drop Of Blood’: Cattle Mysteriously Mutilated In Oregon

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The crumpled carcass of a bull lies on Forest Service ground. It was among several killed and mutilated this summer in eastern Oregon.

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In early morning light, dust from hooves creates a fog at Silvies Valley Ranch in remote eastern Oregon. Cowboys whistle and talk low to their eager herding dogs. They’re moving the cattle from one vast, sage-studded range to another.

Five young purebred bulls mysteriously showed up dead on the ranch this past summer, drained of blood and with body parts precisely removed.

The ranch’s vice president, Colby Marshall, drives his truck down a U.S. Forest Service road.

“Then we’ll get out and take a little walk to where one of the bulls was found. And the carcass is still there,” Marshall says.

Coming upon one of the dead bulls is an eerie scene. The forest is hot and still, apart from a raven’s repeating caw. The bull looks like a giant, deflated plush toy. It smells. Weirdly, there are no signs of buzzards, coyotes or other scavengers. His red coat is as shiny as if he were going to the fair, but it’s bloodless and its tongue and genitals have been surgically cut out.

Marshall says these young livestock were just reaching their top value as breeding bulls. The animals are worth around $6,000 each. And since these are breeding bulls, hundreds of thousands of dollars’ worth of future calves are lost too.

Finding these young Herefords in this remote country can sometimes take the ranch’s experienced cowboys days. Ranch staff members are now required to ride in pairs and are encouraged to carry arms.

“It’s rugged,” Marshall says. “I mean this is the frontier. If some person, or persons, has the ability to take down a 2,000-pound range bull, you know, it’s not inconceivable that they wouldn’t have a lot of problems dealing with a 180-pound cowboy.”

Theories abound

Harney County Sheriff’s Deputy Dan Jenkins has been working the cattle cases and has gotten dozens of calls from all over offering tips and suggestions.

“A lot of people lean toward the aliens,” Jenkins says. “One caller had told us to look for basically a depression under the carcass. ‘Cause he said that the alien ships will kinda beam the cow up and do whatever they are going to do with it. Then they just drop them from a great height.”

Dan Jenkins, with the Harney County Sheriff’s Office, has been investigating the killings of several cattle on Silvies Valley Ranch.

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Jenkins says the cases have been tough, with little evidence and no credible leads.

On his whiteboard, he has a running list scrawled in green marker with the top theories. What’s clear: Is it isn’t bears, wolves, cougars or poisonous plants. Nor were the animals shot.

The FBI won’t confirm or deny that it’s looking into the multiple slaughters.

Two years ago and 200 miles south, near Princeton, Ore., one of Andie Davies’ cows was also found cut up and bloodless.

She and her husband drove concentric circles around the corpse, but they never found any tracks.

And in this dusty country, “everything you do leaves tracks,” Davies says.

Back in the 1980s, one of Terry Anderson’s mother cows was mysteriously killed overnight. Standing on his ranch near Pendleton, Ore., Anderson points to the exact spot where he found her on top of a mountain.

He remembers his cow lying dead, her udder removed with something razor sharp.

“And not one drop of blood anywhere,” Anderson says.

He has never gotten over it.

“It’s just left a really strange feeling with me since that day. You can’t explain it,” Anderson says. “And, you know, no one else has been able to explain it.”

The Harney County Sheriff’s Office continues to field calls on the killings. And Silvies Valley Ranch has put up a $25,000 reward for information that could solve the case.

Cattle And Puppy Mills: Miss Treatment, Both Are A Human Disgrace

Cattle And Puppy Mills: Miss Treatment, Both Are A Human Shame

 

Earlier this evening I was reading some post that folks had made about puppy mills. I personally have never seen a puppy mill though I have heard of them for many years now, but, there is something I want to enlighten some folks on about cruelty, (in my opinion) of other animals. What I am going to speak about tonight is on how some cattle are groomed for slaughter.
As most people who have ever been out of the cities during daylight hours would know we notice cattle grazing in the fields of the country side. Until I started driving a truck for a living I never thought anything different, but I have learned different. I had heard of places that raised cattle as if they were some kind of plant instead of a living creature but I had not seen such a thing with my own eyes until the company I was working for from 02-04 out of Knoxville TN who had a shipper in Chino California who had one of these, for lack of a better term, cow mills next door to the warehouse I loaded at. It was not uncommon with this shipper where you would have to wait 6 to 12 hours before your load would be ready so you occasionally walked about looking at the neighborhood. When you pulled into this shipper you would quickly notice the aroma of manure and urine in the air, turns out that on the adjacent property to the west was a beef producing company. This area not to long before was all farm land but now warehousing was scooping up the land. What I noticed next door was pathetic, there were young cattle who were boxed into very cramped stalls to where they could not turn or move at all, all they could do was stand there. These animals were fed constantly with all they needed to grow as quickly as possible. They got their food, water and steroids imputed as they stood over latrine ditches that they did their needs into. As soon as the company got each unit (cow) up to a certain weight they sent them out to be butchered. What a life, but, is that really a life? Everything in our financial world is totally about revenue, whether it is cattle, puppies or humans the person at the top end of the financial latter only cares about their profits. For good measure for the gross factor I’ll also let you know about the situations at the slaughter houses. I never hauled live cattle before but I have hauled a lot of free swing beef and boxed meat. About five or six times I was assigned to pickup loads of cow hides from the slaughter houses. Besides the stink of the venue and of the hides there was one other thing you couldn’t help but notice, the hides were still warm and steaming as they were being loaded onto your trailer, gross when you think about it.
For good measure I will let you in on one more thing about our American food supply. It was a bit of a surprise when I first saw items like cherries fresh from the field having the coloring bleached out and then being redyed with just the right red dye to make it where the American public would buy it because we Americans are so fickle, if things don’t look just a certain way, we wont buy it. Really, is it any wonder why Americans have so much weight on us and why we get such a high rate of diseases? The things you see when you make your living out on the road can be surprising and at times disturbing.

Poem About: 30 Years Driving Tractor Tailor Around America

 

Raised to be factory bait for all my adult daily life

Viewed into peculiar peoples lives, I was bless to know

Mostly hard working, mostly good people, trying to live a life

Heart, mind, and eye, you dared to break free from the assembly line

Minds eye, Geography, History, Real People, real Lives being Lived

18 Wheels, learn the job to see Our Country, stem to stern

It’s not just your job, it is your life, your consuming future

Hard Top high life, seeing Our Country, on the Big Screen

Many type of people, a plethora of life styles, and Races

Core of all people, we are all the same, need the same things

 

Big Cities, so many rushing about, with really no place to go

Working so hard, just to be back in the same place tomorrow

Freedom of the Wheel, you see life in the fast and the slow

Friendly even way up north, above the Ohio water stripe

Flat lands, Corn, Cattle, Colorado, and the Mississippi

Big Hills, big snows, beautiful landscape, Beasts still roam

In Gold and Silver, Great Parks, just waiting for your boots

 

Left Coast can produce beautiful life styles, Sunsets, Heaven sent

Beautiful Gulf Coast, Alabama and God’s beautiful Spring Southern Rains

Silver mines galore in those South East Appalachian Foothills of Thrills

Morning wake up in the freezer, noon rains, roasting in an evening desert

Life behind now, by my body, not my truck in the end betrayed me

The Job lets your eyes, ears, and brain take a look around at what is real

30 Years behind the wheel you learn your Country’s Soul, stem to stern!

 

In My Time

O Lord, the things I have seen in my days I have been given

O Lord, the things by your grace to me You have shown

South-West Virginia and Your beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains

Iron Ridge culture, hard working poor white trash, 1950’s.

“I’m going to start remembering now”

These, the first words I ever remember

Spoken aloud, words from within my own soul

Inner words, everyone has a soul, I know They speak to all

Placed all the rooms in our little home, which I still remember

Outside, counted all the concrete blocks front to back

Two years old, friends how do we do and know such things?

Born with math skills, but look at Mozart what at three he could play.

Summertime, setting on the front porch, my two siblings by my side

Walk across the dirt road to the wood gate

Sunny day, watching the cattle on the other side

Mom gave us each a nickel for us a Coke to buy, a great treat at the time

Walked to the Shell just below the house that sheltered us five.

O how hard it was on Mom, to always be so poor

Minimum wage factories, workers just chafe on the rich mans floor

I guess it’s easier on the pre -school children, the classes they don’t know

School starts, you see other children, realities you had not seen before.

Mid 1960’s, poor flight to to west, a better life your hoping for

You trade the Blue Ridge for the Great Sioux’s Black Hills

O Lord, on at trip like this, the things a child’s eyes ingest

Moon light shines, illuminates the beauty of the big rigs

August Rattle Snakes playing in the sand, 114 in the shade

30 days later, chest high snow in September, O what a land.

One year later, hoping for better, for a good job toward Windy we ran

When you are so poor, you spend your whole life trying to escape it

But even young, I knew that pain, always present in my Mamma’s eyes

Life is always hard with an alcohol disease riddled parent

Knowing that you are hated and he beats you with glee

Even harder on the child when they know other adults know and see

They never ever come to your aid, they always just let it be.

Life’s early hardships, good or bad, they help create the person inside

About forth or fifth grade I walked into your door Lord

My life long rock, my life many times You have saved

Poor white boy, learning of life in the mid-west, with a Hill Billy mind

With some knowledge of Dakota’s  beautiful Black Hills

These life’s lessons, good and bad, always living behind my eyes.

Now I am aged with gray beard and store bought eyes

Now the projector in my mind plays me many memories

Occasionally I see some of the good I have done in my life

Though I do try to castrate these pictures from my mind

A lofty heart leads to evil, I wish to give ego no quarters to hide.

In my life I have mastered the art of many evils

O how I wish I could say that this thing was a lie

But when you have seen and have known pure evil

Pay some attention to the news, evil all around us resides

Demons have no fear of man, they will lie, looking you in the eyes

They will tell you they are Angels, for your best interest they care inside

Do not be deceived, mainly in the worlds capitals they hide.

In my time Lord You have shown me many things

Through Your Spirit You have given me some site

In life it is so easy to become a manic-depressive

You have so plainly shown me our planets plight and demise

Our leaders and the media so filled with venom to Your light

Evil so blinded and hungry for more power, money, and pride.

I know that by the time the trumpet sounds

I will once again be just dust upon the ground

Though I cringe for all our children, and theirs

The battle of the Nations against their Creator

For left behind loved ones, Armageddon lies ahead.

As the Lord and His Angels return to fight from the clouds overhead

The Demons pre-judged, to Hell they will now be thrown

Leaving the poor defrauded people to fight God and His Angels alone

They are now like grapes in the press, confused, disillusioned, and dead.

Lord I thank You that this event I will not have to see, “In My Time”.

Cattle And Puppy Mills: Miss Treatment, Both Are A Human Disgrace

Cattle And Puppy Mills: Miss Treatment, Both Are A Human Shame

 

Earlier this evening I was reading some post that folks had made about puppy mills. I personally have never seen a puppy mill though I have heard of them for many years now, but, there is something I want to enlighten some folks on about cruelty, (in my opinion) of other animals. What I am going to speak about tonight is on how some cattle are groomed for slaughter.
As most people who have ever been out of the cities during daylight hours would know we notice cattle grazing in the fields of the country side. Until I started driving a truck for a living I never thought anything different, but I have learned different. I had heard of places that raised cattle as if they were some kind of plant instead of a living creature but I had not seen such a thing with my own eyes until the company I was working for from 02-04 out of Knoxville TN who had a shipper in Chino California who had one of these, for lack of a better term, cow mills next door to the warehouse I loaded at. It was not uncommon with this shipper where you would have to wait 6 to 12 hours before your load would be ready so you occasionally walked about looking at the neighborhood. When you pulled into this shipper you would quickly notice the aroma of manure and urine in the air, turns out that on the adjacent property to the west was a beef producing company. This area not to long before was all farm land but now warehousing was scooping up the land. What I noticed next door was pathetic, there were young cattle who were boxed into very cramped stalls to where they could not turn or move at all, all they could do was stand there. These animals were fed constantly with all they needed to grow as quickly as possible. They got their food, water and steroids imputed as they stood over latrine ditches that they did their needs into. As soon as the company got each unit (cow) up to a certain weight they sent them out to be butchered. What a life, but, is that really a life? Everything in our financial world is totally about revenue, whether it is cattle, puppies or humans the person at the top end of the financial latter only cares about their profits. For good measure for the gross factor I’ll also let you know about the situations at the slaughter houses. I never hauled live cattle before but I have hauled a lot of free swing beef and boxed meat. About five or six times I was assigned to pickup loads of cow hides from the slaughter houses. Besides the stink of the venue and of the hides there was one other thing you couldn’t help but notice, the hides were still warm and steaming as they were being loaded onto your trailer, gross when you think about it.
For good measure I will let you in on one more thing about our American food supply. It was a bit of a surprise when I first saw items like cherries fresh from the field having the coloring bleached out and then being redyed with just the right red dye to make it where the American public would buy it because we Americans are so fickle, if things don’t look just a certain way, we wont buy it. Really, is it any wonder why Americans have so much weight on us and why we get such a high rate of diseases? The things you see when you make your living out on the road can be surprising and at times disturbing.