What a load of bull

 What a load of bull?

A government agent was visiting a local farming community, checking on the water allocations to each of the farms in his area. During the  course of his inspections he stopped at one of those farms .  There he spoke to an elderly farmer who was adjusting the hinges on his roadside gate.

Climbing out of his flash government funded Ford utility, the waterman straightened his tie, before brushing off some imaginary hair off his thousand dollar sheepskin coat.  He was clean shaven, short, overweight and strutted around like a constipated rooster.

Good afternoon, Sir, he said, I have come to inspect your water allocation.

"That's OK," replies the old cocky.  "But don't go over there," he said, pointing to the western paddock.

The waterman took umbrage at that remark.  Throwing his chest out he retorted, "look here mister, I have a government authority with me.  Here, see this card.  For your benefit, old man, this means, I am allowed to go wherever I wish, on any land , anywhere, at anytime, no questions asked or answered.

The old cocky just shrugged and smiled.

Indignantly, the inspector raised his voice.  Bending forward, he looked the old man directly in the eye.

"Have I made myself clear, sir.   Do- you- un-der-stand?"

The old man shrugged and nodded politely, before continuing  to repair his gate hinge.

Shaking his head he thought to himself , no wonder the country is going to the dogs when the government is packed with twits' like this one .

Ten minutes later loud screams came from the western paddock.  The inspector was absolutely terrified 

His coattails were streaked with mud and trailing in the wind, as he ran for his life.  Close behind was the farmers young bull, gaining with every stride.

The old cocky dropped his tools and wandered over to the fence.  Cupping his hands to his mouth he yelled as loud as he could.  

"Your card man! --  Show --him--your--stupid-- card!"