When I was copping in the 1970’s (back when we copped), I was dispatched over the Radio “ P-9. Go to Dieter’s and shoot the bull.” I had MANY friends who worked there, a slaughter house, and I thought “Why did she put that out over the radio? People are gonna wonder what the hell do I do all day.” I pulled into the parking lot and was immediately attacked by a huge bull that escaped from the chute into the slaughter pens. I jumped out, unloaded my .357 into it’s head and realized there were guys standing in the beds of their trucks (so this wasn’t good for safety.) I took the 12 Guage off the cage and emptied three rounds into the bull (two 00 bucks and a rifled slug) all it did was stumble and charge my cruiser. I got in the trunk and retrieved the .223 and finally shot it in the eye. End of story. Never lived that episode down. Still don’t know who wanted to BS with me.
I can just hear the wife when you got home. “I work my fingers to the bone keeping a nice house for you and that’s all you do every day? Shoot the bull with your friends!?!”