The first time I saw the movie Jaws, I almost gave myself a concussion. Don’t read on if you don’t want spoiler alerts, but, come on, that movie came out in 1975. If you haven’t seen it, you deserve spoilers.

I was sitting in a cushy theater seat when the shark came up out of the water and nearly bit the camera. And me, it seemed like at the time. I jerked myself back in the seat and hit the knee of the guy behind me.

Because of that movie, I’ve always believed in shark attacks. I mean, I saw one up close and personal. Since I don’t live near the ocean, that movie was like a documentary on sharks for me.

So imagine my surprise when I heard a radio host recently reading statistics. According to him, more people die of cow attacks than shark attacks.

Apparently, more hippos kill humans than sharks. In second place are cows.

This was mildly disturbing to me since I live around cows. No hippos or sharks in sight but cows, well, right across the road from me.

Just to clarify, I am not afraid of cows. I grew up with them and, for the most part, they care more about eating grass than goring humans. Unlike sharks. Sharks don’t even eat grass. Just saying.

But I do remember an adventure my mother had when I was a teenager. Our family had a small cow/calf Angus herd. If you know anything about Angus, and you may not, they are sweet cattle until babies are born. Then they become slit-eyed, dripping-incisor Mama Bears. Red eyes, teeth bared, the works. You get the idea.

So Mom went into the corral one day with a stick to help chase the cows out to pasture. We did this often but this time, the mama cow lowered her head and charged at Mom. Her baby wasn’t even that young but apparently, Mom and her stick looked like a roaring mountain lion.

So the cow charged.

Mom slammed her stick down on the cow’s head. The cow hesitated and then lunged forward again. Mom began beating on the cow’s head over and over. The stick broke off a little each time she struck.

Mom was out of stick when the cow finally backed off and Mom went scooting over the fence.

We all learned after that to take something a lot more substantial into the corral. A pitchfork handle worked very well.

So cow attacks are a thing.

But after hearing the shark attack claims, I did a little more searching (here’s the article) and found out that here’s the attack order:

  • Hippos
  • Cows (they put horses in the same category although any self-respecting farm kid knows those aren’t the same thing at all.)
  • Dogs
  • Snails (They were stretching it on this one.)
  • Ants

Sharks weren’t even on the list.

The radio host did speculate about chicken attacks but by then his credibility was shot. I had seen Jaws and I knew: shark attacks were a lot higher than chicken attacks.

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