Yes, they may be a big reason why you’re touring the Southern Hills. They look prehistoric. They look lazy and snuggly. They look slower than your grandmother. But remember what granny always says: looks are deceiving. They are wonderfully wild. They can outrun a horse. (Can you?) They pivot on a buffalo nickel. And some weigh a ton. Long ago, rancher Scotty Philip sent one to Mexico by train, betting that it could “whup” a Spanish fighting bull in the arena. Toro Bravo charged, bounced off the massive, shaggy head, and then cowered in a corner of the arena. Enjoy being in their presence. But remember Toro Bravo.