I grew up working on ranches, and have seen 3 seperate "mutilations" where law enforcement was called.
In two of them, the cops couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation. In the third, a passing game warden said it was natural.
The conditions were these:
-cattle who wintered outside. In the southwest, cattle are raised on a scale that means there are no barns big enough. Even in snowstorms, they are
left to their own devices.
-carcass found 4-7 days after a snowstorm, or coldsnap with hail and lightning in the autumn.
-edges of wounds were smooth, no evidence of predator tracks, no signs of insects.
Here's MY conclusions, from experience towing carcasses to the paved road, to be picked up by the "used cow dealer."
-The cattle actually froze to death, or drowned when they turned their heads into the wind during a snow, and inhaled enough snow to kill them. You
have to go out in a snow and turn them so their butts are to the wind, if it is their first storm. If they are less than a year, or you bought them
from the coast, they won't know to do it themselves.
-In the sunshine, the carcass began bloating, even while temps were cold. Small predators (skunks, rats, badgers, coyote) gnaw into the carcass.
They nibble, and don't leave jagged gashes the way a bear claw or gunshot would do. maggots infest the wound. The ground is frozen, and so there's
no prints.
-At night, the carcass refreezes. Swollen, decaying entrails are forced out the mouth and anus, as others have said. The maggots eat them in the
warmth, and then metamorph into flies. Because it's too cold, and they cannot craw back into the flesh, they fly away to find shelter.
-In the cold air, or after another snow, other larger predators cannot smell the carcass, and so it looks "untouched by wolves."
-Many people, especially greenhorns and police, are unfamiliar with live farm animals, much less the dead ones. If you could find me a
game warden, a meatpacker, or a "used cow dealer" who said it was a cattle mutilation, I'd be much more impressed. Unless it's got barbeque sauce
on it, many cops wouldn't know a dead calf from a hole in the ground. (I was a commissioned officer; I know whence I speak.)
In all instances, the guy who called the media was the "village idiot;" the laziest, most annoying, most exciteable "farmer" in the neighborhood.
Most folks were embarrased to have him identified as a local.
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