An an Exmoor ride one time, we were stopped by the farmer going up a farm track because his lad on a quad was herding some cows down towards the farm. The gates were at the top of the sloping fields, as he said, and after every gate they’d run down into the field. So would we mind a/ waiting and b/ lining up along the top of the field so as they came through the gate, they’d see us, and stay up there rather than dispersing.
The only thing missing was the trumpet fanfare. Six **** huge things with horns arrived, took one look at us and did what the hell they pleased. I was stood with 28 lbs of aluminium between me and 600kg of beef and a Pamplona style death. They dispersed into the field, and the farmer shut the gate behind them. We sort of shrugged in a ‘wtf!?’ kind of way. ‘yeah, I thought they might do that’ was his answer…..
Never got the skids off my chammy pad yet.