Last winter while I was prety much out of commision my wife had to feed the bull in the bull pen. She stands just under 5 foot and maybe weighs 100 lbs. She had taught him to back away from the feeder when she put the hay in. When this all started he was poking at the feeder and she snapped his nose with her finger. After he would stand back but if he did get too close she would wave a hand at him and he would back off. Bear in mind she had never done anything with a bull before. Yesterday we were putting out minerals and naturally everyone had to gather around to critique that we were doing it right. Some of the cows git between her and the mule. Without thinking she waved at them to get them to back off and the one that was closest ran backwards to get away from her and knocked a bunch of cows out of the way. Turned out it was the bull, she hadn't realized that he had come up with the cows. I almost fell over laughing, a 1300 lb yearling bull still scared of that evil hand/finger of hers.
That pretty well explains why I behave myself too.
That pretty well explains why I behave myself too.