Obituary-- George Convis

I have been reviewing old obituaries and after the last one from my farm, and the one from my Hubby's great uncle who dropped dead while leading a cow down the "highway" (term highway used very loosely.) I have been inspired to post a series obituaries that have rather unusual ways of dying. Not all will be farm related however.
Having been on the outside of a pen when cattle loading time comes, I can understand how these things can happen. At least we use a truck and trailer.

2 November 1922 Fremont times Indicator, as a reprint from the Hart Courier

HART FARMER KILLED BY BULL
MET INSTANT DEATH WHEN HE WAS BUNTED AGAINST A STONE WALL.
Hart Courier--
George Convis, 72, was instantly killed Wednesday afternoon about 2:30 when a three year old bull he was leading suddenly became infuriated and turned on him bunting him against the cement wall of the barn.
Mr Convis had sold the animal to John bothe and with George Blackmer was attempting to deliver it to Bothe's slaughter house. Mr Convis was walking ahead leading it by a leading stick and George Blackmer was in the rear holding the animal back with a 20 foot rope. The animal had been the stall in the barn for the past six months, but seemed all right when taken out and until about 15 feet outside, then it suddenly became maddened and plunged for Mr Convis bunting him up against the barn and then bunting him again in the forehead. The animal then sttod quietly looking at Mr. Convis whil Mr. Blackmer pulled with all his might on the rope that was about its neck, then it suddenly turned and ran down into a field where Mrs Blackmer and some neighbors followed it and shot it. Mr Convis had implicit confidence in the animal and had suggested delivering him alone. He had owned it a long time and had always found it friendly.
Dr. Wood was immediately called following the accident and made an examination of the body of Mr Convis, expressing his belief that death came instantly, in all probability resulting from a broken neck.
Having been around our beef cattle, I can only say--What was he thinking? Of course, Hubby recently sold a heifer who he had kept saying was calm and tame. He was able to pet her while feeding her. He couldn't figure out why she went crazy when he tried to wash her before taking to the sale barn. She also frightened the men in the ring with her while being sold. And this was a bull in the obit. You never can trust them. Yikes!