True story. I was driving in Nevada out in the middle of nowhere when I saw a cow about to cross the highway. It stopped and looked both ways and then waited for me to make a full stop. Then it proceeded to cross the highway. When it got safely to the other side it turned and looked at me as if to say thank you. I wanted to give the cow a hug.
True story. My dad hit a cow in the middle of nowhere in Nevada at night. The Cadillac was severely damaged and you know the rest.
I’ve run across stray cattle a few times on the edge of the burbs.
The funniest time was when about a dozen got out of a pasture and into an adjoining subdivision then browsed the landscaping and grazed and fertilized the yards.
An old friend of mine was out in Montana on a Goldwing motorcycle late at night. He said he was doing about a hundred mph down this road and it was “darker than the inside of a cow.” Suddenly he felt like he just passed in between two large objects on either side of him as felt a change in air pressure and heard a whoosh sound. He went down the road a little bit and did a 180, went back slowly to where he thinks he heard the sound and felt the air pressure change and there were a bunch of bison meandering around the road and in the fields adjacent to the road...