All this talk about bulls today has brought back some memories. These can be some massive creatures & according to what John once told me, look between their legs, see that set of balls? That's pure testosterone gal, never turn your back on a bull.
So here I am one day back when we lived at the trailer, going over the fence to seek out some old cowpies for my cucumber planting. Shovel in hand, I just kept flinging pies sort of toward my garden when I heard this strange gutteral snorting sound. It was early spring & the animals hadn't been put out to pasture for a week, these thoughts went through my head as I noticed I was rather close to a small group of young calves. I ignored them and continued my pie-flinging.
Then I heard this horrendous bellow. I looked up again and one of the cows was wailing her head off, either in defense of calves or (I like to think) warning to me. And along HE came and if you think for a minute that the huge set of testicles Billy had between his legs would slow him down, you are mistaken ! 1500 pounds of pissed off on legs.
I went against all teaching and turned my back, I turned my back and ran like i've never run before for the fence. I dove under the lowest barbed wire & promptly hooked my shirt on a barb ! By then I was just as unpleasant as you can possibly imagine, in tears and hysterical.
I rolled and twisted, got myself loose however shredding my back and turned around to see Frank standing in the yard laughing himself silly. Billy was pissed off at losing me and tramped around snorting for some minutes.
Frank was sensitive enough to share that with everyone in town. I'd be serving a table only to hear "hey are you the lady Billy scared?"
Quote of the Day: I never rode a bull- I'm not that stupid. James Caan.