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When I was around 15, I was on a retreat (Catholic High School requirement thingy). We snuck out of the building which was out in the middle of nowhere in Illinois farm land and our mission was to tip some cows...or break the myth as the poster suggests.
Well, we went across the road to the pasture, jumped a crappy wooden fence and walked into the cow pie ridden pasture about 100yards in the pitch dark, with one flashlight which I was holding. While panning the area with the light, i saw a couple of green eyes looking out at us...it was brown, TALL and hairy as hell. I froze, and said quietly to the guys..."What the F***, that ain't no cow!" It kept staring, not moving, and so did we. After a short heated argument, we decided two things
1. The green eyed tall brown thing was NOT a cow (my opinion was that it was a buffalo, which was the basis of most the arguing)
2. That turning and running for the fence would be a BAD idea, so we backed out slowly never moving our gaze from the green eyes.
If you can't tell, im totally urban, and to this day I believe it was a buffalo, but I guess I'll never know for sure. Mission was a failure, since all we got was shitty shoes and a shot of adrenelin.
Those were the days....
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