There are only a handful of people that have been given permission to hunt on the farm property. One of them is a gentleman who hunts for the trophy. He's one of those die-hard, well-outfitted types. He's not too fond of cows, or bulls, or steers...really, he's not fond of all bovine. As we have about 120 head of bovine...he is frequently walking through them, around them, or past them, to get to his "spot". He's amazed how Dear Farmer walks through the cows talking to each one, even Dear Farmer's Little Farm-boys hop on the backs of the cows and not one seems to notice. The Hunter, however, is timid.
On this particular day, The Hunter was heading out from one "spot" to the next "spot". As he was crossing the field he noticed a cow following him, a little disconcerted-he went a tad faster. She went a tad faster. He went faster still, until they were both at almost a full run! The Hunter was close enough to the electric fence line and figured, "this is it!" diving to get under the electric line and on the other side. Alas...he wasn't quite as small as he thought he was, and his rear end nailed the line as he went through. ZAP!
Other than still being a little tingly, The Hunter's fine. He's sure the cows have made sport of following him, now, anytime he's in the field a larger group takes after his direction. So if you hear laughing coming our way...it may just be the cows, they're hunting hunters today.
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