The day the cow got loose in the house

Written by Dick Trone July 08, 2013 05:01 pm

Every summer while I was in high school, I really looked forward to playing baseball for the Crescent City Blues. There was no American Legion team in the area and no other organized team for high school players to play with if they were not good enough for the old Crescent City Merchants, which was the local men’s team. The Blues would practice at Peterson Park on the nights the Merchants didn’t practice. At that time, Peterson Park was the only baseball field in the area.

This is how my pet cow got into trouble. I had raised a calf from one day old as a pet, planning some day to milk her. I called her Jumper and she would follow me around like a dog. She was about six months old when baseball season rolled around. The ranch house where we lived in Fort Dick was completely fenced in and there was a large area around it where a lot of tall grass grew. I was supposed to cut this grass occasionally. On this day, I decided not to waste this grass, so I went and got Jumper and put her in the yard to eat the grass. 

My good teammate Don Morgan — of Fudgesicle fame — came by to take me to practice. It was a warm sunny day, so I just left the screen door closed and took off for practice. When my mom got home from work, she found Jumper lying in the middle of the living room chewing her cud. Jumper had somehow managed to get the screen door open. When I got home, Mom met me at the door and told me to get this cow out of her house. She was upset at the time but later would learn to laugh about it. Fortunately, the cow was housebroken. I did learn that mowing the grass was my job, not Jumper’s. 

She did grow up to be a great milk cow, but was also a pet. This is just one of the fun happy memories of my career as a Warrior.

Dick Trone writes on his reflections and the history of Del Norte High sports. He played football for the Warriors and graduated in 1951, later serving as the school’s football coach for a number of years.