IN 1999, I had freshly emerged thoroughly battered from trying to treat the aftermath of the 1998 crash as a midcycle correction. Feeling somewhat sulky, I went off to spend a week doing farm work on a friends cattle and sheep ranch out Kokstad way.
Doing rounds in a bakkie, we stopped very briefly to look at some nondescript item in a field. A few sheep trundled over, thinking some tasty treat was being dished out. More followed. By the time we had driven to the top of the field, a seething mass of several hundred sheep were thundering down the hillside, looking for a tasty treat that wasn't there, and had already left. This of course, was the most penetrating insight into a roaring bull market I could possibly have hoped for.
The trouble with bull markets, of course, is that they are not investment fests, they are social events. Tales of derring-do and "hot tips" abound. Morons become geniuses.
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