Spot on. Once upon a time, I got back to camp alone in the dark to be greeted by a black bull. Snorting and stamping its feet. It didn't want to be friends. I was on DOC land and pretty sure it was feral, but didn't want to shoot it and potentially get in a ruck with a nearby station. Stand off seemed a long time and I was shitting my pants. Had a round chambered and would have shot the fucker if I had to, but managed to scare it away by shouting and waving. Not a good night's sleep that night!
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