So today started out as a quiet, get some chores done kind of day. After drinking a couple cups of coffee & breeding a cow, H & I starting cleaning the house. By early afternoon, we took a break and were catching up on some football. We heard a truck coming up the drive; H got up & looked out the window. He yells the pasture is on fire. I looked out the window before running after him and all I could see was smoke.
We were able to pen all the fall cows and calves quickly. Then it was frantic trying to fight it whike waiting for the fire dept but the wind was blowing ~25mph so there wasnt alot we could do.
We were extremely lucky. The fire came within a couple feet of the cattle pens, 10 feet of our stock trailer and 10 ft of our hay stack. It burned close to 60 acres. Scary times.
Oh and fuck people who throw cigarettes out the car window. We're pretty sure thats what stared it.