One day a young bull appeared in the neighbor's (young kid) pasture and I asked his bull's name. Neighbour said "Dinner". I chuckled and said then you need to castrate him soon. That bull would follow me up and down the fence when I was working in the yard and kept getting bigger and bigger. Then he started getting feisty and uncontrollable.

After a visit to Arizona I came home to an empty pasture. Asked neighbor about Dinner. Said he a had butcher come out. The butcher shot the bull, hung him from hook right there in pasture and butchered him.

The neighbor said it was toughest meat he ever had, and had no idea about the process. He was shocked ... Said never again.