Hi Scalerail, or Don, I can relate to exploded cows. The Conrail section gang I worked with (on the EL side) back in the seventies was called to dispose of two cows hit by a train. The first Black Angus merely got hit on the side of the head and was relatively easy to roll in the clear. Black Angus number two was precisely dissected at the diaphragm and smeared herself for about 50 yards on the main. I found it odd that the only two of us on the gang who were not sickened by it all were not farmers.
An old anecdote from Joseph Noble's book, " From Cab to Caboose" comes to mind. A farmer brought suit to recover damages for his deceased cow, and the train's engineer was called to the stand. Attorney: "When was the first time you saw the cow?" Engineer: " The cow was coming through the alfalfa." Attorney: "When was the next time?" Engineer: "The alfalfa was coming through the Cow!"
On that note, I would say this was a great book otherwise, concerning a man's fifty year career in Maintenance of Way on the Santa Fe. Don Francis