Terrified of the likelihood he was soon to die in a very beastly fashion, Dan looked and waited for his chance, if any!
The men came one at a time to fetch the other cows and then the bull to their ultimate reward for grazing themselves fat.
When it came time for Dan to walk slowly to his death, he bolted past the gate, running with clumsy leaps and bounds, his hind legs now working well, as he had a fairly full udder.
His stealth even surprised Dan, he pushed and bucked, knocking one man over a five rail fence into a hog wallow.
Down the long pen aisles he ran, mooing with frantic passion, looking for some place to hide.
Seeing an open door to a cattle truck, Dan thought they would never look for him in a place he might be meant to wait or ride.
No sooner inside the truck and a herd of Hereford steers were piled inside. They were more as yearling calves than grown bulls. As the truck pulled away from the loading dock, a Jersey cow was being raped by some nutless male horny wonders.