When I was in my teens, working on the farm, we had a 2 year old bull in with the herd. The time came to put a ring in his nose, as he was getting some 'attitude' from time to time. Safety first, you know.
The first thing we tried was to just seperate cows out of the herd in the field until he was by himself, but he didn't want to leave his girls. At one point I found myself between him and the rest of the herd. He really had no idea of his size or power, so he tried to run around me. I moved to head him off, which caused him to reverse in an attempt to go 'round the other way.
It was as I was running back to head him off again that the thought occurred to me if he got tired of this foolishness he would just run directly over me and have done with it. That's when my feet slipped and he got around me. Self preservation on my part, I think. It certainly wasn't the smartest thing I had ever done.
Eventually we drove the whole herd into the corral and got the girls out one by one until we had him in the chute.
Be careful out there.
Les