Back when I was much much younger I used to torment a Bull that looked very much like this / that one... until I discovered that a pissed off Bull doesn’t give a Rats Ass about Fences... Youth, Agility and a couple more fences to slow him down are all that saved me. That sucker wanted me Dead BAD... and I never messed with it again, ever.
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PS the “Dare” / “Bet” with my other com padres was to run in and “touch the Bull’s Testicles” (I know it’s dumb, but WE were dumb) and Yes I did it, and Yes that’s when the Bull decided that I needed to be Killed) I was running pretty fast when I “touched” his Testicles, the Bull might have thought it was bit more uncomfortable than a touch. Either that or he figured I was just too freaking dumb to be allowed to live.