I drive by a number of farmer's fields on my way to the office in the morning. I know all the farmers and we wave and stuff. This morning I saw a lone cow laying out in a field of corn stubble. Cows can get bloat and die if they eat a pile of spilled grain in a harvested field, so I thought I would do the farmer a favor and go check on his cow. I left the truck running on the side of the road and walked the 75 yards out into the field to take a look.
1. It wasn't a cow, it was a bull
2. It wasn't sick, it was taking a nap
3. It was not happy to see me in his field with his cows just over the hill
As soon as he started to get up I beat feet out of there, with the unhappy bull right on my heels. I hurdled the single-strand electric barbed wire fence with no illusions that it was going to slow down a ticked-off bull. I tore around the other side of my truck, got in and floored it.
I figured I'd better go back and try to keep an eye on him while I called the farmer because I was sure he was out on the road by then. Nope. I apparently wasn't worth the trouble, because he was standing by the fence calmly having a snack. I snapped a picture of the brute with my phone - from inside the truck.
