We got the tent pitched, started making dinner, and here comes the herd tramping through our little meadow valley. I had to take down the tent but stand my ground and keep two bulls and a herd away from the only flat spot around. It’s Saturday and the weekenders have all the sites. They’re in the hills across from us making all sorts of noisy moos right now. We won. We pitched our tent again.
Ok shit. They came back. I had to give em some “Heya… Git!” And some hand claps. Got them turned away again. This is what victory looks like.