Never Mind the Bullocks

After a couple of hours fly fishing the Wharfe tonight at Addingham, I was just exiting the river at dusk to head home for some dinner when a charging herd of bullocks decended suddenly expecting an immediate drink of water. A brief standoff followed as they wouldnt come down to the river, and I couldnt get out past them. Their thirst and my hunger overcame our impasse in the end.