Back in the late 20th century an accomplished economist was buying some vacation property out west. The real estate agent picked him up from town in an antique ox-drawn cart, hoping that he could tempt the businessman into buying the animal as a pet to complement his new rustic estate. “Yes shes a beautiful animal”, the real estate agent said. “its a four mile ride from here up to the ranch and she made it no problem, and this is a pretty heavy antique wagon too”. “I don’t know, the economist said, I’ll probably just give my relatives rides in a rustic-looking beat up old pickup instead”. At the end of the ride the real estate agent made another pitch “are you sure, we made it all the way up here no problem, thats an eight mile haul and she’s still going strong…”

“wait a minute,” the economist said, cutting him off: ”whose animal is that one over there.” In a corral to the side of the road was a beautifull prize bull.

“THAT bull” the agent exclaimed, “well its a well bred animal for sure, but it’s gored to death all 50 cowboys that have tried to break him.”

“Gored 50 cowbows!” the economist replied, “why he must be the strongest animal in this whole countryside, name your price.”