BB the bull

Just a little story about a bull we once had, his name was BB (Black Bull, Big Bull, Big B***, Black B*****), why the variety of expressive names containing expletives as well? Because he was one of the most terrifying bulls I’ve ever come across!

BB was a Black Angus, he weighed in at just on 1000kg, that’s 1000 kilos of bone, muscle, and a real bad attitude. He was lucky he hadn’t wound up at the abattoir as hamburger mince. I often wonder if he really was as nasty as he made out though, but, I wasn’t really going to take any chances with the big sod. Never went into his paddock unless you were either in or on a vehicle or on a horse. I always kept a weather eye on him as to just where the big sod was and I always had my dogs with me. 

Funnily enough, now I think of it, I did have some issues with another beast called Lucky and no two ways about it, that beast really was nasty and believe it or not, that one was a steer called lucky, lucky I hadn’t shot the bastard, probably never forgave me for introducing him to a very sharp knife as a bull calf.

Anyway, back to BB, he was possessive and territorial he had an ego the size of Sydney Harbour and really liked the girls. These were only some of his little issues, he mind you, never saw them as anything to worry about, but by gee, it made life interesting for everybody else around him, typical bloody psychopath. 

If you happened to be walking on the property and old BB was in the vicinity, he would come along the other side of the fence and walk alongside you, with just the wires of the fence separating you.

 Now this wouldn’t have been so bad under normal circumstances, but the big bastard used to get as close to the fence as he could and whilst walking alongside you would do a quick two-step to get ahead of you, turn to face you and offer a challenge to your presence, this would involve some pretty serious pawing of the dirt. throwing dust all over the place, then as you got closer he would lower his head roll his massive shoulders in preparation for a battle of the ages. BB would roll his eyes, dribble streams of saliva, snort and begin to approach you with murder in his eye, this can be somewhat off-putting, I can tell you. You’d find yourself thinking, Jesus I hope that electric fence is working properly. 

You’d be thinking if the sod hits that fence it wouldn’t stop him if he chose to charge.  So you’d keep walking and as you passed him by, he would prance alongside for a bit, whilst rolling his shoulders and puffing out his chest, I must admit he was a damn good looking bull, it was, in fact, the only reason I kept the sod on the place, because he threw awesome calves. When the bugger realized you hadn’t bolted, he would trot ahead and repeat the performance, until you got past his paddock then he would just stand there in the corner and give you the evil eye until you came back past.

This was of course, somewhat disconcerting. My wife and daughter were terrified of the big bastard (mind you, I wasn’t far behind them). Old BB has gone to God by now, but we certainly had our moments. you can read some of them at Amazon.com on your Kindle or download them. He certainly was a characte, co be ready to say G'day to him quite often.