This looks like a good place to share my bull story. This story is true and no names have been changed to protect anyone.
We had family friends (the Moores) with a farm and a young bull, Herfy the Hereford. Herfy did have horns and was known for chasing people. I was in their barnyard and he came after me. For some reason, there was a lone, large gatepost in the yard and I hid behind it and he couldn't figure out how to get to me. My buddy, Craig, was fortunately nearby in the barn and saw what was happening. He opened the barn door and beckoned for me to run. I did, we got the door closed and most around thought it was funny. Mr. Moore, Herfy's owner, also thought it was funny. Mr. Moore was a big guy and used to box in the Army. Shortly after my incident, Herfy cornered Mr. Moore and beat him up pretty badly. Herfy went to the butcher.