Avoid this cowboy at all costs! He was very aggressive and unproffessional in his every aspect of his work and I strongly recommened that you stay away from his so-called business. I drove to his office in clones to deal with an issue with one of my calves and I was astounded with the disgraceful set-up I had to endure. The car park itself set the tone for the next few hours. Trying to drive on it was like driving up the side of Cuilcagh mountain. I arrived in the office at around 1 o'clock in the afternoon and he was already quite intoxicated. He was constantly asking if I'd like some of his 'plum poitín' that he and a friend had made the previous week, up until the point that I felt I was being harrassed. I lived close by so Mr.Strain agreed that he would drive me out to my house to inspect the calf. On the way there he stopped by his own house to run a few errands. His sons and a few friends seemed to be having a casual get together at the house and a 'few errands' turned into 3 hours of drunken tom-foolery and even more consumption of poitín. I sat in his kitchen and watched in amazement as he ate a seemingly endless supply of raw eggs. The more he drank more aggressive he became and he eventually tried to fight a rather large fellow who they all called 'Irv'. At about 5 o'clock in the evening he called it a night and went upstairs to make love with his beautiful wife Pauline. This had left me with no option but to call for a lift back to my house. Hoping that the previous day was a one-off, I returned to his office the next day to resolve the matter of my sick calf. Still clearly intoxicated, Mr.Strain threatened to kill me if I ever set foot in his office again. With his bright red face, grey curly hair and cold stare I can safely say I have never been more afraid of a man in all my life. read more