Just about the only benefit (other than the highly dubious one of ‘getting some exercise’) of spending hundreds of hours chasing your farmer friend's cattle across field and moor is that, every once in a while, you get to eat your arch-nemesis:
Daisy-May had it coming, believe me.
Best steaks we ever ate. (And I'm not just saying that.)
I have a pair of old slippers that look just like that.