My grandfather back in WWI was a furrier for the Army. He shoed mules and horses.He told me a story when back on the farm a share cropper came running up yelling about the mule going crazy and not pulling the plow.My granddad went over to the field and there stood the mule all full of fire and craziness.My granddad only had himself and a large 2by4.He coddled the mule talking softly till he got close enough then WHAM!!!! Hit that mule right between the eyes buckling it to its knees. The mule stood up, shook itself off. Granddad led the mule over to the plow, hooked up the harness, and went back to plowing.I would have never believed the story except the story was not from my grandfather. It was the old share cropper who told me that one day while I waited out a big thunderstorm in his home so I knew it had to be true.
My grandfather back in WWI was a furrier for the Army. He shoed mules and horses.He told me a story when back on the farm a share cropper came running up yelling about the mule going crazy and not pulling the plow.My granddad went over to the field and there stood the mule all full of fire and craziness.My granddad only had himself and a large 2by4.He coddled the mule talking softly till he got close enough then WHAM!!!! Hit that mule right between the eyes buckling it to its knees. The mule stood up, shook itself off. Granddad led the mule over to the plow, hooked up the harness, and went back to plowing.I would have never believed the story except the story was not from my grandfather. It was the old share cropper who told me that one day while I waited out a big thunderstorm in his home so I knew it had to be true.