While tasting wine in the beautiful Santa Ynez valley, Jerry and I discovered this magnificent
 specimen of bull at the Tres Hermanas winery, and neither one of us could possibly resist or argue with the notion that this beast was the perfect embodiment of the sheer virility that each one of us possessed. Consequently, we each took a picture of him from a safe distance from the sturdy barricades that contained this black mass of uncontrollable masculinity.
The running of the bulls proceeds next to Zaca Mesa winery, if memory serves. And, it probably doesn’t.
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