Bullocks can be a big problem. Long ago I had the rear mudguard on a decent bike flattened by one as I followed a public footpath through a field of them.
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We've also had one escape half a mile downhill on a tiny country lane - fortunately nothing coming the other way. It was called a very large number of very rude words but eventually went back in its field. >:(
Similar to Aden, on my way back from the 'Farmer's Man' in Ewelme village cycling back to R.A.F. Benson village circa 1968, I ran into a pig ! over the handlebars and into a ditch. Damned thing. it was late at night and sans lighting on an old R.A.F. treader. I think the pig survived. Cheers, Tony.
It wasn't a case of it'd had its bacon then. ;D
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