I stupidly opened my big mouth one day and remarked that I always wanted a Longhorn to my DH. Dumb thing to do. Three weeks later I was gifted with a beautiful red and white speckled bull for my Hereford/Beefmaster cows. I was in love.

So were the cows.

Meanest darn bull, would run at me, paw, shake his head, chase the horses, but his specialty was jumping the fence. He could clear the fence like a deer.

The Sheriff's department was always calling me to put him up.

I carried a piece of galvanized water pipe and took a "batter up" stance when that darn bull charged at me. About the time he got to me, I'd wallop him on the nose as hard as I could. He's stop, shake his head and before he could decide to run at me again, I beat him all over his head with that pipe.

I fell out of love with him pretty fast.

The kicker came on a cold dark rainy nasty night when, for the 2nd time, he was out on the road and I had to chase him up and down the road like the idiot I was. I was finally DONE.
I sold him to a friend and that bull nearly started a range war. He jumped the fence and went up the road to a neighbor's pasture and serviced all his registered Angus cows.
