Growing up in Montana it was a summer ritual to read at least one story in the Billings Gazette about some idiot being gored/kill by getting way too close to or, believe it or not, actually trying to pet a buffalo.
In my college years I had a summer internship where I had to occasionally feed hay bales to a small buffalo herd. The corral was built of stout steel posts and 4x6” beams like it was for holding a tyrannosaurus rex. A buffalo is to a cattle bull what a wolf is to a terrier.
I’m a big fan of buffalo. Went to Montana a few times with a friend who had a house in Kalispell and he’d drive me around hoping to see a herd. May they always run free.
Coincidentally, I’m having (wild) buffalo for dinner tonight.
The picture of the charging grizzly above reminded me of buffalo, Buffalo Bore Ammo in 45/70, in the front and out the rear. Currently $80 a box.
They do their best but about four years ago the herd decided to roam.
The most damage they did was to the fence and to the guy who was driving by, saw buffalo standing in the (thankfully not yet planted) corn field and ran into a ditch.
Since then they have stayed home.
No one is sure why they decided to go for a walk but we know that should they ever decide to go for another walk you just stay out of their way and give the neighbor a call.