Recently I(Talker99) was granted full access to a local cow pasture that was awash with the milk producing bovine.

Not one to pass up such a rare opportunity I began to prepare for my exciting night of cow tipping, something I had not done since my days as a young lad back in Texas.

I was more than a little nervous as I stepped out into that lush green field but I was ready to meet these cows head on. To my right were about six black and white dairy cows and a young calf.

I hesitated just a bit as I reached out my hand as a show of gratitude for allowing me into their world. Suddenly the young calf walked up to me and sniffed my outstretched hand. Everything was relying on this moment, would I be accepted into the fold as one of their own?

Success! The calf let out a short moo sound which inturn caused the others to bello bigger moo like sounds.

To the left of me a cow began to pee.

For the following two hours I grazed and walked with my new cow friends, even giving a few of them names so as to secure a stronger bond.

Ash was the name I gave the leader due to the grey patch across his head that reminded me of Ash Wednesday. Imagine, a Catholic cow…. I shall laugh for days at this thought.

Cowabunga was the name I gave to the cow whose tail jumped and danced.

Mooberry was the cow who only seemed to eat the berrys growing throughout the field.

I enjoyed my time getting to know my new friends but as nightfall came I prepared for why I was here.

The night grew strong and slowly each cow fell fast asleep. I slowly rose to my feet and silently waltzed across the way….

Mooberry was fast asleep in a dreamstate, i could tell by her rapid eye movement and how she kicked her legs as if running. I slowly walked right beside the mighty beast, put two hands upon her side and whispered the words “thank you”.

I then left $3.56 under her right hoof.

Its best to tip an average of 15 to 25 percent. If you tip a cow any more they get insulted. Im not sure why but they do.

Thank you.