My dh tells of the time a steer got out of the ring at the stockyard on Labor Day weekend (meaning the place was PACKED) and shot straight up the stairs and out the open door!
And there’s the time (read NIGHT!) I got caught in a stampeding herd of Holstein cows. With nowhere to go, all I could do was face them, jump up and down and scream my head off. The cows parted like the red sea, and unhurt, I fell down on the ground and just sobbed.
I could tell you more, but I’ll hold off for now. Instead, I want to hear your stories!