Finally got my ride in Monday afternoon. Head out toward Lockhart on the dirt road behind my house, looking to get my tires wet. Go to a great little one lane dirt road that follows a creek then crosses it and then another creek. There's an old pickup ahead of me, follow it thru the first crossing (gravel creekbed and over a foot of the wet stuff). The truck goes thru the second creek, and I see a cow's head in the woods on the right, as he passes. No problem, I think, the fence is right against the road, its just sticking its head thru the fence. Not quite! It comes out of the woods onto the road, and..., its a bull. Lean, mean, and coming straight at me. In my red enduro jacket. The road is waay too narrow to turn around quickly. I start backpedalling the bike, honking the horn and flashing the headlight. I'm wondering if I have time to get the sidestand down before I jump the fence and climb the nearest tree. In my motocross boots. About this time I realize the pickup stopped on the other side of the creek, and the guy gets out. Temporarily distracted, the bull goes back towards the creek, the disappears into the woods next to the creek. OK, I think, he's gone back thru the hole in the fence, I can cross the creek. I go for it, and realize the bull has fallen off the side of the culvert, up to his ears in the creek, and is floundering wildly to get back up onto the concrete crossing. (Where is the helmet cam?) GAS IT! Catch up to the guy at his truck, stop to say thanks, he says the bull has been out for a couple of days, has fallen into the creek before. As he's checking out my bike, I look back, and... Mr. Bull is headed our way! So, I say Bye! and squirt between his truck and the fence. Another 1/4 mi down the road I crest a blind hill, smackdab into a flock of peahens all over the road. Dodge ball! Get to the next hiway, and a mini-school bus is cutting the corner, California sportscar stlye. Backpedal again, uphill this time! Memo to self- stop at stop sign first, THEN pull forward to see traffic (ie-stay out of the apex of someone else's corner). The rest of the ride was a piece of cake.