If you've been following along with me for a while, you then know my story on bulls and how they seem to always seek me out, well, once again I had a road block to my destination.
On route to the calf barn, where the kids were 'helping daddy', the path takes you through a paddock area between the milking parlor and freestall barns to the left and a dry lot area, where a string of cows gather on the right. Charlie, the bull, stands between me and my kids.
I'm terrified of most bulls, but most especially of Holstein bulls. They just seem to be more aggressive and protective.
My game plan: {photos are not zoomed in}
