I've had more than one dealing with bulls while turkey hunting, but one in particular sticks in my mind.
I had a new farm to hunt this particular year. Didn't scout it, but I could get a pretty good idea of the layout of the place from the farmyard. I got there plenty early my first morning to hunt it, parked my truck, crawled under the fence and made my way through a bunch of sleeping cows to the hardwoods. I heard a few gobbles, but couldn't do anything with the birds.
When noon came, I headed back across the pasture to my truck. As I got about mid way across the field, I could hear one of the cows coming up behind me. Cows are nosy, and we get along pretty well, so I didn't pay any attention attention to her. The next thing I know, something hit me from behind and I had to take a few quick steps to stay on my feet. I turned around and the cow I expected to see turned out to be one of the biggest, meanest looking bulls I've ever had the displeasure of meeting. Here I am, a good two hundred yards from the fence, staring down the business end of a bug eyed, slobbering, T'd off bull at about three yards.
I knew better than to run, and the last thing I wanted to do was to have to shoot him, so I started talking to him and slowly started walking away. He stood his ground for a minute, then started following me again while calling me all kinds of names in bull.
I could hear him coming up behind me, getting closer all the time. I crossed a wet, muddy spot in the pasture and when he got in the mud, he sunk up to his knees. That bought me some time, and as I got closer to the fence I ran like a little girl and cleared it in one leap.
I stopped and told the farmer about it and his face turned white. He said he never thought to tell me about the bull and that he was the meanest SOB he'd ever seen. "He'd just as soon kill 'ya as look at 'ya". He actually told me I should have shot him, and it was a wonder that he didn't kill me right there.
It wasn't till the drive home that I thought about walking through the pasture that morning and what could have happened there in the dark. True story.
Bob