Can you holler good?

[whistlepig]

I was born with a very low, quite, and not easy to hear voice. For whatever reason. But one of requirements of rural living was the ability to call livestock. If they don't come you gotta go out and get 'em. It took me a long time to teach myself to holler. Pitiful though I am at it. I do an awesome "suey". Pigs turn to warm jello and come a running when I do my "suey" call. And we had beagle rabbit dogs. I could to an awesome "Hyuu" and they would come a running. We have horses now. They refuse to acknowledge my existence on the face of this earth.

 

[dragoneggs]

I was born with a very low, quite, and not easy to hear voice. For whatever reason. But one of requirements of rural living was the ability to call livestock. If they don't come you gotta go out and get 'em. It took me a long time to teach myself to holler. Pitiful though I am at it. I do an awesome "suey". Pigs turn to warm jello and come a running when I do my "suey" call. And we had beagle rabbit dogs. I could to an awesome "Hyuu" and they would come a running. We have horses now. They refuse to acknowledge my existence on the face of this earth.

Beautiful... a read it aloud to my wife. We chuckled. :stirthepot:

 

[Wagtail]

We have horses now. They refuse to acknowledge my existence on the face of this earth.

That's a good chuckle, Mate.

Unless you are in the habit of carrying carrots in your pockets (and they can sense that you do) then horses will pretty much react to you like a cat will = "What's in it for ME?"

 

[farmgirl19]

I grew up around some that were hard of hearing. I was forever being told to "Speak up, or shut up!" Well, no female is going to shut up, so I can project my voice, with the best of them, when I need to! :laughing:

My horses learned to come to a whistle, so maybe you are good at that. I'm not really good at it, but the horses have learned that too!

 

[murphy1244]

Horses liked being called by name.

 

[Vtnewbie]

Horses liked being called by name.

They don't appear to like the names I call them.:laughing:

 

[Notforhire]

That's a good chuckle, Mate.

Unless you are in the habit of carrying carrots in your pockets (and they can sense that you do) then horses will pretty much react to you like a cat will = "What's in it for ME?"

I think we have the only horse on the planet that won't eat carrots.
One day I offered her one and she just dropped it and walked away. One of the goats ran over and picked it up. I guess she didn't have much of a grip on it, so she pushed the end against the fence to get a good bite. Well the fence is electric, the goat jumped into the air while doing a 180.
Now I have a horse and a goat that won't eat carrots.

Bill

 

[Bird]

When I was a little tyke, my dad's job required him to spend Wednesday night in a hotel a hundred miles from home, so Mother had to milk our Jersey cow that evening and the next morning. Now when Dad was home, he walked out the back door with the milk bucket in his hand and whistled and that cow would meet him at the barn. But when Dad was not home, that ornery cow would be at the west end of the pasture and I'd have to walk down there and drive her up to the barn. Now that wouldn't have been so bad if it hadn't been for the game she liked to play. Halfway to the barn, she'd break and run around me and back to the very end of the pasture and I'd have to start all over. I know it was a game to her because she always went right on to the barn the second time. And I could try to imitate Dad's whistle and I think that blasted cow just thought that was funny, and ignored me.

And then when I got a little sorrel mare, I'd heard (like others I'm sure) that horses liked sugar. I just happened to be in the grocery store one day when someone (no, not me) dropped a 25# sack of granulated sugar, and of course the bag burst. I quickly made a deal to clean it up for it. So I got in the habit of giving a handlful of sugar to that little mare when I'd go out to feed my hogs. She'd lick it all off my hand . . . and got started biting me when I didn't have any more sugar, and I don't mean just a little nibble either. If I walked out there without any sugar, she'd bite me. Dad thought it was funny; said it was because I'd been giving her that sugar.

Now we bought a hundred loaves of "day old" bread at a time from the local bakery to feed to the hogs; chickens liked it, too. So I changed from sugar to a slice of bread for the horse and she seemed to like that just as wel, and she quit biting me. I can only guess that she could see whether I had a slice of bread in my hand or not, but she hadn't known whether I had sugar in or on my hand until she tasted it.:laughing:

 

[MossRoad]

I can't holler as loud as I used to but I can still do a pretty darn good Tarzan yell. It scares the kids.... and embarrasses them, too. :laughing:

 

[tcreeley]

I whistle toward the back field - two finger whistle, and they come, any time of day. My wife rings an old cowbell we have hanging on the gate. They come for that as well.
Once in a while they rebel, when the weather is good, the grass fine, and the bugs are gone!

-now on the track, grooms whistle and horse urinate on cue- makes track work easier on them!