I let the herd out to graze like I do every evening. We usually walk down the road and I let them graze on a big slope down the road. I was walking nonchalantly and all of a sudden he hit me in the back right under my shoulder blades. I flew for a bit and smacked flat on the pavement. My feet went out from under me like I had slipped on ice. He’s got a full curl set of horns that are 4+” wide at base.
I laid on the ground struggling to get a breath for about 5 minutes. I finally recovered enough to get the herd back in the pasture. I waited for an hour and couldn’t manage to breathe well enough for comfort. The wife convinced me that going to the emergency room was the best thing to do so off we went. After a pile of tests and X-rays, they discovered nothing was broken and my blood and ultrasound was normal, they still didn’t give me a diagnosis. 12 hours of that chit and I had enough…I signed myself out and left. They told me if I can’t breathe and my lungs fill with fluid to come back.
