After much reflection and research on past adventures I have come to an undeniable scientific conclusion. I don't play well with barnyard animals - or perhaps they just don't like me. It doesn't matter if its cows, horses, chickens, pigs or sheep they seem to react in a negative manner to my very presence. Heck, I wasn't even any good at pin-the-tail-on-the donkey back in the day.
I don't know why this phenomenon exists in my domain. I've never mistreated animals unless you count that wild cow I shot after chasing it over hill and dale for an entire day - and she was just asking for it. Other than that I've always regarded domesticated animals with a kind of live and let live attitude.
My problem cropped again just this week. I decided to go fishing a few days ago and wound up at a local dairyman's pond. It's always a great spot to catch a few bass in the hot summertime. Now I should mention that I'd had previous problems at this particular location with the resident bull who regarded me as an intruder amongst his females. Big Ed was not anywhere to be seen on this day, so I figured the coast was clear and I could enjoy the day.
As far as fishing went things were going according to plan. I caught 14 nice bass and a bluegill bream that was as big as a pie plate. All was right with the world until I glanced back where my truck was parked and noticed that there was a congregation of Holstein cows surrounding it. At first I just shook it off even though I knew down deep inside that my chronic problem with barnyard animals was about to rear its ugly head.