Phoenix,
a funny bull story for you. When we were teens, one of or friends families owned a local dairy. Most of us had jobs driving the delivery routes delivery milk. on of our jobs was to pull out the old expired milk from the shelves and bring it back. also part of our jobs when we delivered and restocked was to rotate the milk and bring the older stuff forward so it didn't expire. which we rarely did. So that always left us with a lot of expired milk. We'd bring it back to the dairy and sit it up on a fence and shoot it for fun, out of boredom.
One day we're plinking milk and some of those big old metal milk jugs on top of a fence. and a friend of ours, Bob, shoots at a can. Nothing happens. Well nothing happpend to the milk can anyway. But........ over a few hills and dales and pastures we see a Bull drop. Yep, Mr. G's prize stud bull. Dead. We're like shit, what do we do. So we decide to bury it and say nothing. We get a tractor, haul this thing like a mile back into the fields. All of us spend hours diging in the field to get a hole big enough for a few thousand pound bull. Not sure if you've ever dug in a New England field, but it's all rock.
So we get the hole dug to what we think is deep enough and dump in the bull. Hmmmmmmm

about 12" short. Well that thing was in there and wasn't coming out. so we bent the legs over and threw in the dirt. A job well done we thought. Days go by. Mr G has called the cops, someone stole his bull. A week or two, we're thinking we are golden. One day Mr G is riding his fields and he comes upon what looks like a fresh patch of dirt . probably not a problem in itself. But the for bull hoofs sticking up out of it were a dead give away. rigamortise had set in and the legs straightened. Busted