Cows are scary at night. I found this out once on a Boy Scout camping trip. Camping trips with the Boy Scouts can be great fun if you can come up with things to do during the dull moments between planned activities and sleep. This was never a problem for me and my peers being the criminal mastermind that I was back then. I never had any trouble thinking of stupid ideas to get us all in trouble. On this occasion since we were camping on a farm after a day full of parent approved fun activities night fell and we were left to our own devices. Instead of doing the usual snipe hunting this time the idea of cow tipping was brought to the table. Being the all knowing wise leader that I was I convinced my friends that we should do it, by assuring them that there was no way we could be caught, that nothing could go wrong, and that it would be very enjoyable to watch cows roll over. The cows would be asleep and they are just gentle dairy cows.
The cattle had they been dairy cows would have created no problems. But they weren’t. And they did. The main problem was that these cows were actually bulls not cows. I didn’t know the difference between cows and bulls at the time. The bulls for dairy breeds are often considered the most dangerous type of cattle besides bulls of Spanish fighting breeds. Now that I have grown older and more knowledgeable I know cow tipping isn’t even possible. Cows weigh at least 800lbs. and they sleep on the ground. If they are even asleep at 8:30. All of this important knowledge was unavailable to me as I lead my friends into this obvious disaster.
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Each year, nearly 30 percent of all public high school undergraduates– and approximately 50 percent of all blacks, Hispanics and Native Americans – do not succeed in graduating from public high schools among their class. A lot of these students dropout from school with less than two years remaining for completion of their high school learning program. In 1997, the dropout rate for students aging ...
We were excited and ready to tip our first cows. The group stayed together being lead by the few who brought flashlights. Searching with few dim lights for a cow whose night we could ruin. After much searching, I began to worry there were no cows and I would be made a fool for suggesting an Idea that was such a failure. Just as I was contemplating how I much I would be exiled from the group we stumbled upon a sleeping cow, but it was lying on the ground. So we left it to find another. The excitement was building for the event we knew was coming. So we soldered on with flashlights getting dimmer we came to another cow. This one was different and awake. He was a bull.
Not only was it awake but it displayed all the signs of anger. (loud noises, rigid posture, cursing)It was also mostly black I the brave leader was the first to run. I got maybe 100 yards before I realized I didn’t have a flashlight so I ran back and as approached the group panicked and dispersed quickly as the bull charged in their direction. The group had split and none was in the way. The bull had missed and it didn’t take him long to turn toward a stunned me and charge. I sprinted to one side as he came towards me. He missed. What he did next I don’t know. I never looked back. The others from my group had gone. There was no light except the little crescent beam from the waning moon.
In this inescapable darkness cows were suddenly everywhere. No matter how fast I ran or what direction I was headed. I couldn’t escape the stamped of cattle that was surely behind me. My blindness was so severe that I tripped many times and I ran into a tree. But every time I heard a cow or saw what appeared to be one I was motivated to run even faster. After tripping once more I concluded that the right way was turning sharply to the left. As it turns out, after turning I ran along the fence for nearly half a mile before I saw a light and changed directions, and finally reaching the fence of salvation.
Once I reached the fence I dove over and rested where I landed, relishing in the safety that I had finally found. I could only think of how most of my friends had probably not made it. I was distraught thinking of the terrible fates that had probably befallen my friends. Still scared I could see the light of the campsite so I returned and found that everyone else was back. I was the last one to return. All the adults were angry my leadership role had not been kept confidential by my partners in crime. My experience was determined to be punishment enough. So I went to my tent and slept like a rock. And I haven’t been on that camping trip since.
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The American Staffordshire Terrier (also known as Pit Bull) is believed to be a man-eating beast. But is this breed all it’s made out to be? The Pit Bull started in the Unites States; it has been developed since the early 1800’s as a result of crosses between the bulldogs of that time and game terriers. Although the early ancestors of this breed came from England, the development of ...
