This gives me nostalgic memories also of the 80s where I used to ride my grandfather's carabao (that he used in farming rice). And as far I remember I also learned how to maneuver a carabao (just like a cowboy with his horse) where I can make the carabao go to his left and his right. Those were the days...
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I am glad that my story brought back some memories for you. I am impressed that you rode on your grandpa's carabao. When I learning how to ride a motorcycle, I came across a herd of water buffalo on the road. I quickly back away. They are big, strong creatures.
My dad told me a story about a time when his younger brother went into the field with one of the bulls. According to my dad, the bull charged my uncle and then threw him into the air about 8 to 10 feet.
I never wanted to be close to an adult cow.
I am impressed that you rode on your grandpa's carabao
Thank you, you should try it.