It was September now and that is the time for breeding, (goats). We had our new does and wanted to start right away building our own herd. A friend from work had a buck goat that he was willing to let me use and brought him over to the house. He didn't have a name so we decided to call him Frankie. I was very impressed at this fellow when he first arrived. He probably weighed between 250-300 lbs and to me seemed massive. With a nice set of horns he could be pretty intimidating. We had no idea how to handle an animal like that and I would say we were both rather nervous around him. My wife attempted to make friends with him and give him a pet which he didn't seem to like all that much and soon pinned her up against the coral. She handled it quite well, she yelled at him and wacked him in the head. I think it frightened her a touch; it scared me too and it wasn't me getting pinned against the fence, or wacked in the head. I'll tell you she handled all this better than a friend of mine who was visiting. He is a large man 300+ lbs, tough, from New York and was walking across the pasture right by that buck. I hollered to him, "You better keep your eye on that boy, he may decide to start trouble. Well my friend wasn't gonna let his machismo get challenged in front of the wives. He laughed and said "I ain't afraid of no goat." Before the words left his mouth ol Frankie rammed him right in his knee. We all got a pretty good chuckle out of it, except my buddy who though he wouldn't admit it, probably had a pretty sore knee for awhile. Its funny to look back on now how we are not nervous around the big bucks anymore, respectful, but not nervous. The courting ritual that the buck goes through was also new to us. I won't describe it in detail here I'll just use how my wife described it when she first saw it; "Gross!" . Frankie performed his duties, Sweet Pie and Jar Jar Binx, our third doe from the purchase, were successfully bred within two weeks and Frankie went home.
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