As we’ve been talking about herd dynamics, and how bulls bash each other to conquer the ladies, my six-year-old son asked me, “Why do boys even like girls?” “Well,” I answered, “You’ll probably find-out one day when you’re older.” “I don’t like girls, I just like triceratops. I want to find a triceratops skull.” “Well, we’ll give it a try.” Today we had a great little walk and spied a small herd, and snuck-in close to about forty metres to check for a big bull. There was no big bull - the one that bosses these ladies around is a whopper but was elsewhere. Stalking through crunchy leaves with a little lad is a great challenge and heaps of fun! He held my .500 Jeffery while I snapped a few pictures. Then the wind changed so I chambered a round while they figured us out and safely departed.