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Cancer Eye

D. E. Larsen, DVM The old cow groaned a little as I plunged my arm deeper into her rectum. Dixie pushed a little harder on the squeeze handle. I always hated pregnancy exams on old fat cows. Their uterus was often difficult to reach, and any pregnancy over three months was out of reach untilContinue reading “Cancer Eye”

Elk Delivery, From the Archives

D. E. Larsen, DVM “Doc, I have a cow elk that has been walking around the pasture in labor for the last couple of hours,” Frank said into the phone. “I can see a small sac of fluid and a foot once in a while, but she is not making any progress.” “If she hasContinue reading “Elk Delivery, From the Archives”

Tripping Up the Bully

D. E. Larsen, DVM Broadbent school in the fall of 1952 had grown to its largest enrollment ever with nearly eighty students in eight grades. The school board had discovered that the upper part of Catching Creek was actually in the Broadbent district rather than Myrtle Point. In 1952, they started busing those kids toContinue reading “Tripping Up the Bully”