At those small-town rodeos you'd walk by the paddock with those big 'ol brahma bulls and they'd fix you with that look, and you'd see their range-finders kicking in.

One time one got loose, ran across the highway and through a fence, dunno where it ended up.

"...if the gentlemen of Virginia shall send us a dozen of their sons, we would take great care in their education, instruct them in all we know, and make men of them." Canasatego 1744