Oh man the stories about that fella. We went up Salisbury Hill one summer's evening with a tent and more weed than the entire US troops smoked during Nam. We got to the top and there's a herd of cows just standing 'round having metaphysical discussions about the nature of reality. There were about ten of us but they outnumbered us three-to-one at least. We stood back and Raven walked over to them with his arms spread. Then, from the back of the herd, it seemed like one cow came over to him. From where we were it appeared as though he was negotiating with the leader for some turf time. The cow then turned and walked away, then the other cows left too. As he walked back some of us were laughing, other were just completely freaked out by what we'd just saw. Someone asked him what he said to them and he said he just explained that we weren't here to disturb anyone and that we'd leave in the morning. Mkay. So we had a cow disturbance free night with lots of schmoke and schexy times. Although, it might have all just happened in my head, that shit was strong stuff.