I can relate. We raised black angus when I was young, and they made crossing our pasture at night an adventure. However, even our bull was a big teddy bear compared to my neighbor's bison, when I lived in Washington. One time, I had to save a couple of kids from being ground into paste by them. The cows had overturned a fourwheeler and had chased the kids up a wispy little apple tree. Those buffalo were literally foaming at the mouth and pawing the ground. It was a terrifying scene. I chased them off with a couple of shots of my .45, but they didn't go far. Somehow, I made it back to the fence with a couple of 11 year olds clinging to me like grim death. The buffalo charged at us several times and the big male bent up the gate. I was puckered up real good for a while.