Fat fisherman fends off ferocious bovine.
Look up the mull of galloway. Go on. It's a lovely spot for sea views and can be great for rock fishing.

The peninsula sticks up about 500 feet from the irish sea and of course, the car park is at the top.

Between the parking and the shore is a large and very steep field of grazing cattle. Half way up this field while weighed down with heavy fishing gear and wearing waterproofs is not a convenient place to be chased by a bull.

Not being a slim chap and already breathing like an asthmatic on a prank call, I was in on position to run.

Like some form of rodeo clown the most I could manage was to jump up and down shaking my bag and shouting like a pissed tramp. Somehow it worked and the tonne of beef stopped and circled. A smart crack on the arse with a fishing rod sent it off in the other direction.

I think of it as a miraculous escape and hence choose to walk around the edge of the field now.
(Greencloud Wanted to go fishing on, Fri 25 May 2012, 13:51, 5 replies)

I like this.
I think it should win.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 25 May 2012, 15:23, closed)

Tenuous at best
But at least vaguely on topic....
(Greencloud Wanted to go fishing on, Fri 25 May 2012, 15:40, closed)

Why
would you want to go fishing for rocks?
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Fri 25 May 2012, 15:45, closed)

Easy to catch innit?!
(Greencloud Wanted to go fishing on, Fri 25 May 2012, 17:52, closed)

Terrible with chips,
though.
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Fri 25 May 2012, 23:19, closed)