Friday, July 28, 2017
12 or 15 years ago, my Grandpa Bernard was helping a neighbor in the middle of a pasture. They were trying to chase someone else's bull out of the pasture when he started to chase my Grandpa. There were no trees to climb, no place to go, and the bull was getting closer, and closer, and closer, and closer. Grandpa's friend, Jim Wolf, saw what was happening and drove his new truck across the pasture, as fast as it would go. He hit the bull, when it was just one step behind Grandpa. He wrecked his truck, but he saved Grandpa. Grandpa felt lucky.