At this time of year the only cows left on the mountain are the crazy ones. My dad is still out 9 cows and as soon as they see us they split into 9 different directions at a dead run. Most of us try to keep with them tying to ignore the branches hitting us from all directions. The rest of us are smarter and choose to be the watch out. Even though it is freezing and we come away with new injuries each time it is still lots of fun!