This is BullDozer, he's 800 kilos of of pure unadulterated Wagyu X Angus
magnificence. Today Bulldozer turned 8 years old, and to celebrate his
birthday, he tore into the Bear mountain mist like the spirit of the
earth itself. Buried deep underneath the pines behind our homestead, wet
soil flying as his horns churn the mud, the light rain falling. He
kicked up the ground like a storm, his voice echoing through the
backwoods, expressing his joy and happiness—a sound like ancient
thunder, rough and proud. BullDozer didn't just stand in the rain; he
became part of it, baptizing himself in that primal way only a creature
of the wild can.
Bulldozer is the embodiment of Bear Mountain:
unashamed, powerful, and free. He dug into the muck and the wet bark of
the pine tree, claiming his place like a boss—through force and
presence. And in that moment, with his coat slicked and streaked with
rain and mud, BullDozer isn’t just a bull; he’s a badass, a living
testament to the beauty of untamed strength. Here, on Bear Mountain,
that’s how life is: raw, loud, and unapologetically toxic masculine.
STAY HARD!
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