ClichéGuevara
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- Location
- Kingston upon the River Hull
Had a little explore out and back along the river bank. On the way out, passed all sorts of animals, such as horses, goats, sheep, cows, dogs, people etc. and as always, slowed down and let them see I was there, then I took the space they left me. It's nearly always worked for me, and I even say 'thank you' to them all.
However, coming back today, the cows took the high ground, the low ground and also the bits in between. I slowed to almost a stop some distance from the,main herd with the cows in front and to the sides, apart from crops and a deep river. Luckily some cows ran down the bank, and others started to 'stampede' in the direction I wanted to go. It made me smile, but I was concerned, not just because some were very close to the river. I stopped dead still to let them settle, then slowly rode forward. This seemed fine at first, and gradually they were going down the bank to the pasture, until one stopped and turned broadside, I stopped, got of my bike and looked round to see several others to the side and behind me had done the same. They just stared, like bulls in the ring. It was then I noticed the lack of udders. The one to my side thundered at me, but for some reason stopped short of me. I'd like to think it was my steely gaze that halted the beast, but I suspect the smell of fear was key.
The big fella in front of me seemed to be protecting the others that had panicked, he kept looking at me and my bike, as though the bike was the carcass of the last one I'd grabbed, and he didn't plan on any of his mates being next. I kept thinking about a mate that was relating statistics on how many people had been killed by cows.
He moved a little down the bank, which I saw as my chance, got on the bike and pedaled like a man possessed until I was two fields clear.
Question is, what's the right way of dealing with a grazing herd totally blocking your path?
Just realised I missed a trick, I should have called it "what a load of bullocks".
However, coming back today, the cows took the high ground, the low ground and also the bits in between. I slowed to almost a stop some distance from the,main herd with the cows in front and to the sides, apart from crops and a deep river. Luckily some cows ran down the bank, and others started to 'stampede' in the direction I wanted to go. It made me smile, but I was concerned, not just because some were very close to the river. I stopped dead still to let them settle, then slowly rode forward. This seemed fine at first, and gradually they were going down the bank to the pasture, until one stopped and turned broadside, I stopped, got of my bike and looked round to see several others to the side and behind me had done the same. They just stared, like bulls in the ring. It was then I noticed the lack of udders. The one to my side thundered at me, but for some reason stopped short of me. I'd like to think it was my steely gaze that halted the beast, but I suspect the smell of fear was key.
The big fella in front of me seemed to be protecting the others that had panicked, he kept looking at me and my bike, as though the bike was the carcass of the last one I'd grabbed, and he didn't plan on any of his mates being next. I kept thinking about a mate that was relating statistics on how many people had been killed by cows.
He moved a little down the bank, which I saw as my chance, got on the bike and pedaled like a man possessed until I was two fields clear.
Question is, what's the right way of dealing with a grazing herd totally blocking your path?
Just realised I missed a trick, I should have called it "what a load of bullocks".
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