Sounds like the rest of y'all had a good weekend of working out
I did get a run in...not a planned one, but a good bit of running. Our development backs up to another development, and one of our friends from the other development had a pool party Saturday through Saturday night. The area between the developments is woods and trails (we've actually built pretty decent mt. biking and running trails). Knowing we didn't want to drink/drive on roads, we decided to cut the barbed wire that keeps the people from the other development from getting to ours and the trails, and drove a buddy's (Vodka Dave)
Polaris to/from the party.
We then went back last night around 7:00 pm to fix the fence (Vodka Dave, myself and another friend). We put a nice gate on it, to allow us to open/close without having to cut the barbed wire. Once done, we drove to our friend's house to tell him while having one beer. We drove back to our development about 8:30, going through the new gate we built, through the undeveloped section, then through another gate that takes us to our development. We had left the gate open to our development, which we typically do.
Fifty yards from the gate; on the paved road leading to the gate; there were at least 50 HUGE cows standing around

It was just starting to get dark, and determined quickly we needed to wrangle those damn cows back. We made mistake #1 by driving on the road, between the cows to get on the other side of them. This turned the 1 group into 2, with one group of about 30 running through neighbors' yards into the fairly heavily treed areas behind their houses. We concentrated on the other group, and used the Ranger, and myself and other friend on our feet to corral the cows back through the gate. FYI: cows don't listen worth a damn. We were City Slickers trying to herd cows. It was quite hilarious. Between our loud bouts of laughter and almost pooping ourselves when the cows would turn/run towards us there was a crapload of adrenaline flying! We amazingly got the smaller group in, then headed to find the other group (now about 10:00, and pitch dark). We found the whole group, laying down in a dried up creek bed, in one of our other neighbor's/friend's back yard. They had guests over, and them, their friends, and 5 kids were standing 30 yards from the cows wondering how in the hell they got a herd of cattle in their backyard. Before trying to move them, we accepted a beer from the neighbors and drew up a plan to wrangle this group back. We flanked them on one side with the Polaris, and had myself and two other guys spread out to keep them from breaking up. They were not happy to be moved, as they found a really grassy, nice spot. With some coaxing

they got up and man did they move. Those bastards are fast! and HUGE! We had a little over a quarter of a mile through rough terrain to move them with lots of trees and God knows what in the foliage. With much effort we got a quarter of them in, with three fourths ran past the gate, toward other friends houses. We got the Polaris to zoom past them, and we had heavy trees to their left, and the fence to their right with a good 15 yards spacing that they were funneled into. Once the Polaris got passed them, he turned them all right back at us. Twenty cows, running top speed right back at us

It was go time

While I might have sharted a bit, I was on a full out sprint corralling them from taking off into the woods. We somehow managed to get them all in, though they did some great damage to the old gate/fence. We repaired that, and went back to the other friends house to tell them our job was now done...and to have another beer. Just another night in my neighborhood