Here's how the Crazy Cattle Company came to be:

I was a bullrider and tried raising any bull I could get my hands on that I thought might buck when it got old enough. While at my real job, we were building houses next to a longhorn ranch. After watching these awesome animals for a couple of days, I decided I needed one of those bulls to try raising to buck. The man that owned the longhorns was Tom Brown who became a good friend of mine. We made a deal on a bull calf and made arrangements to pick him up Friday after work. I borrowed my aunt's little two-horse trailer and loaded him up. My dad and brother were following us through downtown Gettysburg PA when the little guy decided to jump out of the back of the trailer. We chased him on foot (with the help of one state cop car) until we got on the backside of town and he got in with some other cattle. The nice folks there said he could stay there for a day or so to calm down. Sunday morning they called and said come get him he got out the night before and their workers caught him and tied him to a post.

A week later, that was so much fun, I thought I should get another one. This time
the calf I wanted was too young to sell separate and Tom, being a insurance salesman talked me into buying the pair, even though I only wanted the bull. Using the same little trailer, I went to get my pair. When we loaded the cow up, she ducked her head under the chest guard in the horse trailer and used her magic horns to open the door to the tack area and was free to run. We figured we would load the bull calf and come back for the cow the next day since she went through the fence and was back with the herd. This time the bull calf made it home. When we let him out, I found out he didn't care about fence either. It got dark so he was free for the night. The next day after work we got momma and headed home hoping we could find her calf. When we got home, he was in the neighbor's field so we got a rope and the four wheeler and had our own little roping. Once we got them back together, everyone was fine. My brother who helped me with this little episode said, "Man, this is the Crazy Cattle Company!"

That name stuck; but now that I'm no longer 18, I don't have time or energy for animals like that. We usually have around 25-35 animals and it is a family affair.