I attempted that with the Limosine bull.
Dad called him "BC".
He liked to headbutt the square bales I put out every evening before I could cut the twines and just make a damn mess.
One evening I carried a 9 iron from an old golf bag dad had found somewhere with me.
Carried the bales put and set them down.
Here he came, so I reared back and let him have it to the point of the scull right behind the ears.
Head broke off the chitty golf club, and he just cut eyes up at me like "really mfer?". Then he continued tossing square bales.
Guess hes long since gone through McDonald's, so theres that...