Had 3 bulls escape from a neighboring ranch onto the ranch I worked on while growing up. I remember one day, cruising one of the back roads with a HS g/f, and as we round the corner, the 3 amigos blocked our progress. I tried to 'herd' them off the road with my dad's old '78 Ford, and the big bastard dropped his head, and laid one into the grill of the ol' mans ride. My g/f screamed, "what the F is that!"... In my best smart ass impersonation I raised a finger to each side of my head and said, "tatonka"... Not impressed, she yelled, "well let's get the hell out of here before he does it again!!!"

'Bout a week later, all three of'em come tearin' a$$ through the main headquarters, so myself and a couple of the Mexican hired hands used the ranch trucks to herd'em into an old corral, complete with loading chute.

Local newspaper got a bad-A shot of the smallest hired hand, Jaime (a.k.a., palomita) crouched down, fear of God on his face, as one of the bulls is jumping completely over him as it bashes it's way into the horse trailer we blocked the loading chute with...

Good times...thanks for the memories...