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Must admit they seemed more aggressive when I had the dog with me LG

 

when the Hawk took a Bunny in the field I never once mentioned I enjoy eating them and even tried talking to the fat heffers but they looked pretty arsey to me :D.

 

a lad once told me they only come over because they're curiouse but f**k that! I'm sure by the way that start Barging about they mean business............

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You've just got to be wary of cattle when your tramping fields at night with a dog, anyone who isn't is just fecking dim and will come unstuck!

I've had a few bad expieriences, one of which was lamping in Wales, with a mate, big field with a big hill, a huge slope down to us and lifting with bunnys.

Couple of slips in and a distant rumble, I shines up and about 30 bullocks are steaming down toward us, or rather the dog, who was only going to seek refuge behind us!

Nowt for it but to get on our toes, sharpish! With that slope and so many running full pelt, nothing was gonna stop 'em. Every man for himself now as I dived for the deep hedge and went over head first, landing heavy on a lower road.

I'll never forget the crash and turned to see the hedge bowing and snapping as cow after cow ploughed into it, lowering it so much I could smell their breath and see their terrified eyes bulging as moore and more hit from behind, the noise was defening!

I came to my senses and looked for my mate, he was lay about 10 foot away, bruised as me but safe, with both dogs milling round us for good measure. Time to get to our feet and get the feck out of there!

 

A little respect... Thats what cows need . ;)

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I spent all my Teenage years on A Farm and know unpredictable Cattle can Be.We had a Beef Herd so they wasn't to Bad.The Worst ones are the Dairy Breeds;I regulary Walk my Lurcher in the Fields by Me Which always has young Friesan Heifers in them.Most of the time they are Just Curious about the Dog.But i've had a Few Close Shaves with them.They are at their Worst when they are first Turned out in the Spring

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i love cows so much that im living with one

 

:laugh: :laugh: :laugh:

 

I'm off out again this morning, not sure where I'm going yet. But if I come across any moo moo's I shall remember that even some of the THL 'ard men are as scared as I am :laugh: ... I feel so much better now ;)

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never botherd about them untill about 6 years ago early one morning had the experiance of watching one kill an old lady whilst walking her dog there was nothing i could do by the time i got there she was dead. she was on a footpath the dog was on a lead and wasnt barking or owt as she walked by the herd this one perticular cow just chucked her in the air, nutted her around the floor then folded its front leg and fell on her. can only put it down to there being calves around. police classed it as a freak act of nature. so be carefull.

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Like you LG I was town bred - but spent summers on a mixed farm in Devon. I was a lanky, pale, skinny kid and it was thought good for me.

 

Found this...

 

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Me, aged about eight or nine I reckon, bringing home the herd for evening milking. The farm had pasture at the opposite end of the village, about half a mile away, and I would head off with the dogs (Bob and Bouncer) and bring the cows home. It used to be my "job" to make sure they were all lined up in the parlour, and I never felt threatened by them although I did get squashed a few times between cows and remember how bony their hips were.

 

Bob and Bouncer always did what I told them - possibly because it never occurred to me that they wouldn't, possibly because really they were well capable of doing the job on their own if only they'd had thumbs to work the gate latches. They also worked the sheep, chased the pigs back into the sty after I'd attempted to feed them (the sty gate opened outwards and I'd get trampled in the rush) and invariably got back the repeatedly escaping bullocks despite a lot of arm-waving and running about from the people attempting the same job.

 

I also used to "help" the AI man when he came round. Rubber gauntlets, niiice...

 

If my mother didn't have enough on her plate already, I would be tackling her even now, not to ask why I was left to the mercy of dangerous farm animals but as to the wisdom of making a ginger kid wear orange crimplene shorts.

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Well I jacked this morning. Stood outside the school gates nattering for too long, and ended up road walking the dogs instead .... to the butty shop ... and here I am :laugh:

 

Fab that's a lovely tale and a great photo! Your childhood visits to the farm sound absolutely idyllic. You're very lucky.

 

I grew up right in the city, but it always felt like I was in the wrong place. After much begging and harassing, my Dad used to drive me north of the city on the odd summer's day, and take me horseback riding - cowboy saddles, none of this silly English stuff with little helmets :laugh: I enjoyed it and used to look forward to those outings more than anything. I've always been happy around horses and naturally relaxed. Lambing last Easter for the first time, hanging round in the shed with crabby ewes, felt like I was finally in the right place for the first time in my life. I am happier now than I've ever been, even tho I'm just brushing near to the countryside, it makes my heart happy. If it weren't for these dogs of mine I would never have done and seen half the things I have so far. Long may it continue.

 

I suppose in some circumstances I'd be fine around cows, but they're the one thing I've not got used to - yet :thumbs:

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They don't bother me much having spent all my school holidays helping on the family farm, once you have been kicked, butted onto your back / front and trampled you get to know when one means business and when the cows are only playing. When your out and about a bit of common sense and respect towards creatures that can kill you if they want should see you right. Try to keep an eye on them and keep close to the hedge / fence if you are as flighty as a heifer in spring. If you have a dog keep it close by and look out for getting yourselves between calves and their mothers, if they get upset ditch the dog and vault the fence / hedge.

 

I avoid all bulls especially Fresians, once spent a good few hours up a tree after upsetting one by trespassing in his field and wandering a bit close to his ladies. You can often face up to cows / heifers especially if you have a stick with you, if in doubt get out.

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