My friends teenage boy had to take a leak he was in the roundpen with a bunch of calves we were banding. He jumped out his dad said just pee in the damn pen. He said hell no that **** hurts turned red and went to the house.Yep. I don't think my dad ever figured out I overhead him and the sheriff's deputy that day but they were discussing a small group of ranchers down in Stephens and Comanche Counties who were suspected of doing some really off-the-beaten-path stuff with a few bottle-fed calves they had trained up to be ... Ahhhh ... "receptive". Back in 1970. They were laughing because one of the ranchers had sustained a life-altering injury after one of the calves -- which was pretty good sized apparently -- rejected his advances. Bastard. I hope he suffered until the day he died.