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Whenever one of our cows died the buzzards would eat well, we sometimes hooked a chain to it , drug it off and buried it, or soemtimes we just burned it.
Reminds me of a story about my grandfather. His neighbor had a huge Hereford bull, mean SOB too. My grandfather took care of his neighbor's cattle for her. One day the bull was down and not moving. Granddad watched it for a few hours and it didn't move. So he got his tractor, put a chain around the bull and dragged it back into the tree line.
When he went to unchain him, that bull opened his eyes and bellowed. Granddad nearly s*** himself scrambling to get away from that bull. Bull did die a few hours later, BTW.