In my youth I rode a bull bare back. A group of us were walking across the downs when we came across the bull in a pen. Predictably someone came up with the obvious dare and I was the only one to take it up.
I gingerly climbed upon its back using the perimeter fence as a ladder . At first all was well but a bit of an anticlimax as it just stood there stock still with me astride its back. But all of a sudden it bolted across the pen through 10 inch deep mud. I clung on, more worried about falling into the deep mud than any thought for my welfare. After a few strides we reached a small stable type structure where the ground was more firm and dry. I took advantage of the dry terrain to half climb, half fall off in order to dismount. When the beast realised I was no longer on its back it turned round and came at me. I had no choice but to run through the muddy pen chased by the bull and just managed to climb over the fence to safety.
I gingerly climbed upon its back using the perimeter fence as a ladder . At first all was well but a bit of an anticlimax as it just stood there stock still with me astride its back. But all of a sudden it bolted across the pen through 10 inch deep mud. I clung on, more worried about falling into the deep mud than any thought for my welfare. After a few strides we reached a small stable type structure where the ground was more firm and dry. I took advantage of the dry terrain to half climb, half fall off in order to dismount. When the beast realised I was no longer on its back it turned round and came at me. I had no choice but to run through the muddy pen chased by the bull and just managed to climb over the fence to safety.