Anyway

It was me and the Bull, one on one and I remember thinking that this is what cavemen must have felt like when fighting a brontosuares or something. I tried to tap into those instints and a puffed up on the Bull. I angirly paced back and forth and then false charged him....Well let me tell you something friends, that **** don't work, he just got madder and made a run right at me. I sidestepped it at the last second and he went on by..He stopped about 20 feet from me and we regained our standoff.. To make a long story short I backed away, and he moved towards me, id back away, and he'd move towards maintianing the distance betwwen us..after about an hour of that I was about 100 yards from a fence..Now I knew from football practice that I could do a 100 yards in about 9 seconds and with a head start I could get over that fence. I bolted towards the fence with everything I had and halfway there a glanced back and he was coming on fast- I dove over it just before that Bull got me and I got really scratched up because I landed on hard ground and rocks- I wasnt injured, in fact I don't think I ever felt better in my life, but I was bleeding from scratches all over my chest and stomach..When I got to the truck I musta been a sight, my friends were waiting and when they asked what happened I told them I had a ruun in with a bull

Thats when they started calling me "bull"