Seriously. I knew a guy who got killed in the sporting goods department of a southern California Walmart by some guy who grabbed a baseball bat and bashed his brains out . True story . Witnesses saw no motive for the murder but they tackled him and held him under arrest until the police arrived.
A completely safe life isn’t worth living.
For a year and a half, I shared a 3 acre pasture with 3 bulls. Just them and me, and my little shack.
And a great big stick I carried most of the time.
I caught hell because early one morning in the spring, me, with a hangover, charged out of the shack and yelled at the two fighting bulls for being loud, shaking the ground, and being grumpy. I did get my say. They did stop pounding the earth and smashing into each other.
I woke up the landlord who was asleep on the porch of the shack (what?) as I went by, looking for the stick, or a clipboard or fergodsakesomething.
Never disturb emotionally, and hormonally upset bulls unless you have your running shoes on.
Fixed a lot of fences that spring, and cut two.
/johnny