Wednesday, November 11, 2015

The bull

11/11/15  Tales from the backyard:  One morning while I was bow hunting a small woodlot not far from home, not having any luck, I started to return to the car across this meadow.  In the middle were two cows eating lazily, so, not wanting to disturb them, I cut up a small knoll, intending to drop down into the small valley and skirt around them.  Just as I rounded the hill, to my left I saw a huge bull standing about 40 feet away, looking at me.  At that time I was directly between him and his cows and he didn’t look happy.  It was about 150 yards or so to the fence and I knew if he came at me I would be toast, so I just continued walking hoping to get past but he began pawing and snorted a warning so I stopped.  I knew I couldn’t out run him and he wasn’t going to let me walk on so I just turned and began running straight at him yelling.

He then raised his head in astonishment so I turned and walked back to the truck to get the toilet paper.

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