That's allotta bull...

This story is about a bull, but first a little history. My dad (born 1902) had an eighth grade education but was one of the smartest (self-educated) men I've ever known. He devised an irrigation system for his farm in Oklahoma in 1953 when no one else around was irrigating. Long story short... the irrigation well consisted of a six-sided hole in the ground, twenty feet deep and maybe 10 to 12 feet in diameter. There was a pump in the bottom of that hole which drew water from six sandpoints which had been driven another 20 feet into the ground to reach the water. Please don't ask me what is a sandpoint or much of anything about that well cause I was a teenager then and had more interesting things to think about.
Well... eventually the irrigation system was no longer used and somewhere in the sixties the well was abandoned and covered with a wooden lid. One day in 1968 or '69, Dad's big ol' black bull came up missing. By then I was living in Texas so obviously, I was no help but the folks still living there looked and looked for that bugger. Finally in desperation, my little brother walked out into the field where that irrigation well was; wel-l-l-l... there was a big hole in the lid of that well and... there was that big ol' black bull standing at the bottom of the well... unhurt, but mad as hell!
So... how do you get a big ol' bull out of a 20 foot deep hole? And still be alive after you do? Not to worry... little brother went to the neighbor & got him and his dozer to come over and they began to push dirt into that hole... a little bit at a time. When there was a pile of dirt built up they would throw dirt clods at BOBB (big ol' black bull) until he climbed up on the dirt and then do it all over again. Eventually the dirt built up to the point that BOBB could climb on out of that hole... by then the clod throwers were hiding out and giving him plenty of room.
When my little brother told this story at the recent Texas reunion I told him to be sure and write it down but I figured he never would so I just did it myself (with his permission) and am giving him full credit for the whole thing. Thank you, Vern.
Oh yes... after hearing that story one of my nieces said "up until then those machines had been called dirt dozers... but ever since have been known as bulldozers."