Theatrics of farming
About 20 years ago, I was a young rural telco repair guy. It was very typical to wander through farmers’ fields to get to a pedestal to fix telephone wires. A lot of the time you have to slip past barbed wire and just avoid the cow patties.
Sometimes the cows will come see what you're doing, generally it's fine. Horses are a bit more like dogs and you have to gauge their personalities. It's usually obvious when a horse is going to be territorial.
Anyway, this one time, I crawled through the fence carrying a ladder and some joker has piled tires over the pedestal!
I'm grumbling to myself and start lifting the heavy tires off the pedestal when I hear shouting. Farming comes blasting up on a quad, and yells to me (and I swear this was the line, I bet he was saving it forever) “COME WITH ME IF YOU WANT TO LIVE!”
I kinda just stared at him but felt the earth starting to shake. So hopped on behind, and we raced off. About a minute later a herd of bison came racing through, stomping on my ladder, and would have done the same to me.
I didn't realize that farmers were raising bison here, but I sure left tire protected pedestals alone after that.