Maybe 10 years ago I was fishing the Yorkshire river Nidd.
The long walk to the swims was long...the short walk meant navigating a good sized herd of cows with billy bull standing watch.
I worked out there was not a problem, there was an intersecting barbed wire fence with a stinking pond to keep "the enemy" at bay.
I got cracking down the field and laughed out loud as the numpties ran down along the other side of the fence at a gallop.
Bad for me, the intersecting fence was 20 meters short of the bottom perimeter, so so up the field the muck spreading monsters
swung without breaking pace.
I wasn't laughing anymore as I ran like hell to the barbed wire guarded pond, firstly hurling my gear over, then myself with no style
or composure. It took a good while for them to get bored not having a victim to charge anymore.
I stll take the route in daylight, and only if the enemy is grazing in another field.
Footnote.
One young lady I worked with at the time was the wifie of a livestock farmer.
I said..you have grown up with these Evil Demons, what great country lore can you provide me with to protect me from a hidious cow pat covered death?
With narrowed eyes, she went silent for a moment, then the secret was given!.....
I never go in with any of them without an electric cattle prod!
The trouble makers get a blast, the others watch and learn, they mostly run off to the other side of the field as soon as I go in now. She was a big lass, and if I saw her coming after me with it I would do the same, or jump in a stinking pond!
