You and me both Gibbo.

The difference is now, they do it on quad bikes and jeeps. Which reminds me of a little story.
The wifes Grandad lived about 25 miles north of Aberdeen in Scotland.
On one of our visits, we took his sheep dog Tess, out for a walk with our springer spaniel Heidi.
We were walking down a small lane, which circled a few smallholdings. And we were confronted by four sheep escapees, followed by George the farmer on his quad bike.
So the wife and I stood with arms outstretched to stop the sheep. The sheep slowed down, and sized us up.
Our dog Heidi was an old girl, and not very mobile. Whereas Tess was up for it, so to speak.
So there we were, arms outstretched, Heidi wandering about wondering whats going on, and Tess the sheepdog was waiting to do what she does, waiting behind us.
The sheep by now had stopped, and it was a standoff. So we moved forward very slowly, so not to spook the sheep.
And then it happened, one of the sheep made a lunge to get passed my right hand side, and Tess launched herself at the sheep from behind me, and he sheep literally jumped and turned in mid air and landed on top of poor old Heidi, and flattened her.
All the sheep then ran back up the road towards George the farmer, who had by now dismounted his quad bike, and guided the rogue sheep into the field.
Heidi, in the meantime, got up, shook herself, and carried on plodding along on her walk.
You had to be there.:biggrin: :biggrin:
Steve.