A couple decades ago I used to help a friend of mine show bulls at the local fair. Not all bulls have a horrible temper.
In my particular instance, it may
have involved a beer. Or two.
Our neighbor has a small farm (25 or so acres) and used to keep several milking cows. Occasionally one might get loose and create a hazard on the County road that separates our properties. So, one evening after dinner (where one or more beers may or may not have been consumed) I saw a bovine creature parked in the middle of the road.
Being a good neighbor, I hoofed it down to the scene to herd it back to the pasture before some apprentice driving teenagers came barreling down the road. The ‘cow’ took notice of me at the same moment that I took notice of “his” equipment. My neighbor had rented a bull, I guess to make the cows contented.
Fortunately, el toro
had also concluded that there weren’t any cows on my side of the gate and headed back to the pasture instead of going all “territorial” on my inebriated ass.
Might have had another beer (or two) after that close call.