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When the bull first jumped up I'll bet that guy regretted wearing that bright red shirt... That is so funny that the bull really did go after red at first.
Not much surprise to see 1000+ pounds of raging fury leaping over a fence like a Golden Retriever chasing a rabbit. Given the chance, it probably would've dove through flaming hoops just to impale someone.
Following story is true (I swear!): A guy I knew many years ago ordered a new car. When he was finally informed that he could take delivery, he decided to use the occasion and take his family out for a trip to a nearby drive-in "Safari-Park". So he, the missus and two kids are off for what they believe will be a nice outing. They enter the park, and an elephant backs into the car and sits down on the hood, denting it considerably. That warrants a couple of beers... So the police stop him on the way home, and want to know what happened to the hood. "An elephant sat on it" was the response. To which the reaction was "Sure, just blow in this mouthpiece, sir". You can imagine the rest.