When we were kids we used to play with the little cows and bulls (dairy farm). Then the bulls would start to get big and still wanna play. A spry 800lb young bull running at you full cork gets your attention real quick. So Uncle Don made a rule that we can't play with the bulls anymore.
Another Uncle had a bull that was 2200lbs. Breeder. Meanest thing I've ever seen in my life. Couldn't keep him in a pen any bigger than him practically. If he got a running start at anything he'd either go through it or try to destroy it. Fences, trucks, tractors, people...I swear I saw fire come out of his nostrils.
Friends from town would come out to visit and I'd take them over and show them this bull. Most wouldn't get any closer than about 15 feet from the pen. The others, (there's always at least one) would wanna poke him with a stick or shovel or something to see how fired up they could get him.
Are you effin crazy?!
This thing will kill you!
Some people, you just can't reach.
But ya know, in them days..if you up & got trampled by a bull that you'd been teasing and taunting, the general consensus of the community was 'well that was a stupid thing to do'.
Now a days, the farmer gets charged with exposing hapless children to an assault-bull.