I was headbutted, trampled, and dragged along the ground.
On the 28th February, 2019, I was walking alone with my dog on a lead, along footpath number three below Tutbury Castle , Staffordshire. In the field was a herd of cattle. Initially, I didn’t notice any bulls or calves, but later I realised there were at least two bulls in the field, along with cows, heifers, and bullocks. There were calves present too. They were a mix of breeds, Aberdeen Angus, Charolais and Friesian. Continue reading “Jude’s story: butted and trampled”
The dog was very badly bruised and lucky to be alive.
On the 9th of June, a group of four of us were walking along a footpath from Rockford Common car park (Ringwood, Hampshire). The path runs parallel to the road, and we were heading towards Linwood. We had a dog on a lead.
We spotted a group of brown cows and waited for them to cross the path. We the proceeded to go down the path. Continue reading “Dog trampled and walkers injured”
I ended up on the ground, being trampled under the hooves of 10 or 15 cows.
On the 30th September this year, I was walking on a public footpath in Cornwall, on a circular route from Millook, near Bude, through Trebarfoote Farm, which is where the incident happened. Continue reading “Surrounded and trampled by cows”
The cow put its horns either side of me – and launched me onto the heath land.
In February 2018, I was walking my dog in the New Forest, in Dibden Purlieu, near to the Heath roundabout.
I was walking along the path with my dog walking to heel, when I saw some cows quite a distance away from me. They were small, with really long horns, and looked like Highland Cattle. They were just quietly grazing, and I didn’t feel concerned.
One of the cows seemed to make eye contact with me, came towards me from quite a distance, and started running at me. I turned to go back the way I came to try to avoid it, but next thing it was right up behind me. Continue reading “Carolyn’s Story: another cow attack in the New Forest”
The fields have become dangerous places to be.
Spring has sprung and summer is here, and the cows are out in the fields. And so the fields have become dangerous places to be. Here we report three recent cattle attacks. Continue reading “Trampling season well under way”
The cows repeatedly kicked me all over my body.
In 2008, I was walking with a friend. We were on a footpath crossing farmland in West Sussex, and we had three dogs walking quietly with us and all on leads.
There were cows in the field. I don’t know the breed, but they were mainly brown cows. They didn’t have young calves but there were some probably not yet fully grown. Continue reading “Ruth’s story: broken nose and fractured ribs.”
The cow trampled down the grandmother, and was trying to kill the boy.
In May 2015, I was walking with my husband along a footpath through a field behind Redhurst Cottage, Wetton Mill, near Ashbourne, Derbyshire
We walked past a group of cows and met a small boy with his grandmother walking in the opposite direction. I heard the grandmother say, Continue reading “Kathleen ran to rescue a trampled boy”
I was housebound, unable to move or walk, and in considerable pain for two months
I was walking alone on a footpath in Somerset, 1st September 2017, and had nearly reached Chardstock, when a large herd of bullocks made a bee-line for me. Continue reading “Mike’s story: housebound after an attack”
We noticed scattered cattle, and then one black cow began behaving strangely.
In August 2016, my wife and I were walking on Dartmoor near Sticklepath (grid reference SX 625925). We noticed scattered cattle, and then one black cow began behaving strangely. Continue reading “Simon meets a rogue black cow.”
My wife ended up with a bruise on her forehead and a black eye.
In 2014, my wife and I were walking on a marked trail near a golf course, near Bungay, in Suffolk.
The trail cut across a field for about 200 yards. We noticed there was a group of about 30 cows to our right at a distance of 50 yards, and three or four cattle/bulls to our left at about 100 yards. There were no calves in the field. Continue reading “The Americans ran for it!”
