Bull Hauler for real....

Today I came back from Toppenish in Washington at a rate of knots. There was an auction on in Fort Macleod and there were some animals that needed moving there from BC. By all accounts I now work in the cattle business, not the trucking business; so it was a drive through the night job (if you know what I mean). I arrived at the ranch in the pitch black and pouring rain, where the only source of light was from the farmers truck lights and my trailer lights. I was told to pick up 7 yearlings, 17 cows and 1 BULL.
The biggest steer I have picked up has been in the region of 1600 pound which I thought was absolutely massive. This bull was around 2200 pound and only just fit through the door as it took its massive bulk up the ramp. I followed it up a tentatively and just skulked around in the corner of the trailer as he made his own way to the nose of the trailer. I got behind my gate and although I had it in my hand, kept my prod at bay. I pleaded with him to go down the front, which he obliged me with. This was good as I didn't upset him, he didn't turn on me and I got out alive. I got a bit of advise off the farmer as I followed him up, which was; don't prod him, don't piss him off and he won't make mince meat of you.
I suppose now I can say I am a paid up member of the bull hauler fraternity....