Too many years ago now a runaway Hungarian moved in next to me NW of Nipawin. He had fought in the Hungarian resistance, escaped to Switzerland, taught university there for a while and eventually came to Nipawin to make his fortune raising buffalo. Being old and from Europe he knew pretty much all the answers. For whatever reason he didn't have a driver's license even after a couple of years in the country so I volunteered to drive him to Edmonton to look at some buffalo that he was going to buy for breeding stock.
"Bill Crillo" sticks in my head as the name of the guy we went to see that could be oldtimers. His handling yards were concrete posts with drill stem for rails, probably 6 feet high. I said something wise like "that should hold them". He just laughed. He said "When they want out they run at the fence, the front ones go down and the rest keep charging until they go up and over." Later I had a guy working for me who managed to buy buffalo pretty much at their top. We helped him move them to pasture one spring and after that experience I never doubted the guy in Edmonton.
Good luck.
"Bill Crillo" sticks in my head as the name of the guy we went to see that could be oldtimers. His handling yards were concrete posts with drill stem for rails, probably 6 feet high. I said something wise like "that should hold them". He just laughed. He said "When they want out they run at the fence, the front ones go down and the rest keep charging until they go up and over." Later I had a guy working for me who managed to buy buffalo pretty much at their top. We helped him move them to pasture one spring and after that experience I never doubted the guy in Edmonton.
Good luck.
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