He was quite content to be in his own wilderness out in the hills among the chaparral where he was born.
A stranger driving an old red pickup with high slatted wooden panels enclosing the bed slowly turned onto the deeply rutted country lane that looked like no one had paid any attention to it for years.
The weary looking farmer wearing bibbed overalls over a faded threadbare plaid shirt plodded toward the stranger while two energetic Australian shepherds ran full speed ahead barking and running in circles around both of them.
After a few minutes of discussing where the subject in question might be, it was determined that the farmer would get on his horse and together with his dogs drive him in.
The stranger had expected to be able to arrive, load and get home as soon as possible, but when he looked up at the young bull charging down the hillside he knew he had his work cut out for him.
The purchaser became increasingly frustrated by his bullish behavior when even after much effort they finally got him loaded into the back of the pickup he still jumped about in an effort to escape before what would become a rollicking wild 40-mile ride home for the buyer and the bull soon to become a steer.