A couple of summers ago we were on a walk with some friends and crossed a very large field with about 40 bullocks in it. Two of us were a bit behind the others, and when we got into the middle of the field the bullocks, who had so far ignored us all, started to walk from the far corner towards us. The they started trotting, then galloping in a scene from Rawhide after the blackhats have started a stampede, really shifting.
It was too far to run for the stile, so we just turned to look at them at waited, ready to jump. I took my waterproof off to do a bit of matadoring with if necessary. Quite scared to be honest.
They just thundered up, then braked violently to a halt about ten feet away and looked at us. We told them they were very nice chaps, then turned and steadily walked on. I think they followed us for a while then went back to whatever they were doing.
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