This is what met the crew today. He was standing over the traverse point we needed to occupy.
Wave a bottle of this around, it's their natural enemy
I had an encounter like that once. A big black angus bull was checking me out while I was setting up. I suppose he was just making sure I was doing it right. Front and back-sight guys were hollering at me on the radio the whole time. I stopped what I was doing to give him some attention. They were freaking out. I grew up around cows and have zero fear of them no matter the size. They wondered what I was doing to approach that big boy. I just said I was going to pet him. He let me get about 5' up close and turned and ran off and I went back to my business.
Them fellers were so freaked out and I laughed at them.
Twernt no big deal to me at all.
Their aggressiveness depends on breed, individual temperment, and circumstances. A Hereford that doesn't look worried about anything would be about as good as it gets.
Yeah, It turned out he could hardly walk. However he could still turn my $20,000 instrument to mush.
Joe
I was out with my boss last summer taking a few shots to determine the area of irrigated property in our clients "bull pen" (think of a 15 acre pasture with about 6 angle points). There were two mature black angus bulls and a half-dozen or so 1-2 year old bull calves.
I grew up around livestock and know to keep an eye on them. Especially in this case. All the bulls across the road from all the cows. I would say the testosterone was flowing and some of the little fellers were feeling their oats.
We started out near the northwest corner on our clients property since the bulls were all hanging out down in shady southwest corner.
By the time we were about halfway to the Northeast corner I noticed that a couple of the youngsters started trailing us. This occured shortly after lunch time and my boss was finishing off his apple.
I turned to look again and I see two of the youngsters bucking and snorting and charging our way. My boss turned to see what I was looking at and his eyes widened and lets just say he put a little boogie in his step. I raised my hands and yelled a bit to slow them down as we crossed over the barbwire fence. We cleared the fence and they were still about 200 feet away. Those punks were playing around and testing the new guys on the block (aka the surveyors).
I will never forget the look on my bosses face. Priceless.
