XXXIII My #1 Favorite Bull Story I Witnessed
by Bill Hunt
One day I noticed a farmer's whole cow herd escape the fence into my neighbor's yard. I coaxed my wife into riding with me in our small blue Cavalier, just next door. In the herd were some mighty big bulls, maybe 2500-3000 pounds of beef on the hoof. I opened the car door a little reluctantly and “surrounded” the herd with my arms held out.
“Come boss!” I called driving them through the busted narrow gate.
Real careful, I kept myself near a security tree while guiding those gladiator bulls. I stopped goosebumps-sweating as I repaired the gate. Now my wife remained sitting in the car, you see. No amount of persuasion could extricate her to help me drive those bulls.
So my wife, Mary, goes out to our field just behind the back yard, another time. Five cows from that neighbor's next field once again broke through the wire fence. Being a woman she starts picking up sticks around the acre field in front of the cows, throwing them over the fence, doing a rather nice job of cleaning.
As a husband I step out on the back porch and notice something. I try yelling softly to my wife, to no avail. One can't yell softly!
Suddenly, she looks at the cows and then looks at me with wide saucer brown eyes! She sees what I see.
"They're bulls!!!" she mouths.
Just then, one bull eyes her, smiles, and paws the ground. He starts a charge at her with a very playful “let's-have-fun” look on his face. Mary reacts, stiffens her arm and points her finger dead-eye at the bull.
"Jesus!" she commands.
The bull, shocked, skidded to a stop, and froze. Mary took the moment and gingerly slid through the gate to safety.