My bull riding story!!! No one dies during this story. LOL

I never rode a rodeo bull butttttttt. Two of my cousins and I decided to try bull riding about forty-five years ago. We had watched a western movie and they had romanced the "H" out of the riders. So we decided to try it and see if the girls around us would get all lovey about us like in the movies. LMAO That was the dumbest part of our plan.

So we herded Grand Dad's big black Angus bull into the cow yard.( he weighted in at about 2800 lbs. I weighted about 140 lbs dripping wet) We had set up a couple of gates like the rodeo chute. I got elected to try it first. ( Yes I was the youngest/dumbest) We made a rope cinch strap. When I jumped on his back the bull just looked at me. He was kind of tame. We did not know what they tied to you-know what to make them jump. Anyway, my older cousin decided to "help" me have a better ride. He hit the bull with a hot shot. That really got things going. That bull ran through all of the gates we had up and out through the board cow pen fence. I stayed on through the gates but the boards kind of knocked me out cold. Plus the bull was really not happy at this time. He still had our homemade cinch strap still on.

When Grand Dad saw that plus then checked the farm out real good and found the broken gates/pen. He was as unhappy as the bull. LOL Lets just say that is the last time I ever tried riding a bull. OH yes it did take me several days to sit down right after that. Why??/ Well lets just say Grand Dad worked out his unhappiness on our back sides. Took us a week to coach the bull close enough to get the rope off of him. He never would go back into the cow pen either.

I often wonder how my cousins and I lived to adulthood.

Great story....8 second ride I presume??

Couple of memories. We raised a young bull for the freezer one year. My uncle had a new camera, and told me to climb on his back. He lopped along for a piece, me moving further back with each hop, until I was on the ground and him still hopping away. Uncle Larry used to get the biggest kick out of playing it backwards and forward when he showed it.

Second memory is when my little brother and I were up in a door over the barn yard peppering a bunch of young bulls with BB guns. Jim decided to get a better angle, and went down by a 12' oak gate going into the barnyard. Guess we hit a nerve on one, because when he hit the gate, the hinge broke and laid it over top of little brother. About ten young bulls went flying out, and right past the window where granddaddy was playing solitaire. By the time he got to the barn, I was trying to lift the gate off Jimmy, and the evidence of what happened was laying close by. We got hided good with the BB guns, and neither ever shot straight again. I think we finally corraled the last bull about a week later about three miles from home. Hard lesson learned.

Mine is a bit different. I've never tried to ride a bull or even to have claimed to.

On my first hitch at Ft Riley Ks I got to know a farmer close to Wakefield KS. I did some mechanic work for him and was able to hunt on his land. Bout that time I made friends with a guy who claimed that he was a roper and had ridden rodeos. The farmer called me and ask if I could get a freind or two to come up and help drive a steer with pink eye into a pen so he could treat it. So I called the roper thinking he was telling tails. Saterday morning we drove out the the guys farm and Mr Rodeo has a rope with him. The farmer gets an idea, he's got a Ford 8N and thinks we should put the roper on the hood and I should drive the tractor. We by now I'm pretty sure my buddy is going to make a fool of himself. So into the pasture we go, him on the hood, me driving and the farmer walking close pointing out the steer. My buddy winds up with that rope and lets fly....and ropes that steer on the first and only toss. Guess he really had done roping......but on my next assigment in Germany we get a new guy in. First time he dresses up to go to the club was country night. He's got a Stetson, weatern shirt and jeans, boots and SPURS. Keeps telling everyone who would listen that he rode bulls in rodeos. One country night I met 2 freinds, brothers, from Combat Support Company at the club....these boys had scrap books with news clippings of themselves as amature rodeo clowns......in walks the guys with the spurs.....sees me, gets a drink and joins us and starts talking about riding bulls. One of the brothers starts asking questions like he's real interested.....then asks "what kind of bulls you ride....Mr Spurs says, polled herfords....so the guys asks....what do you hols onto....Mr Spurs says....the horns......

Rick

Funny story. I have a lot of bull stories too. Riding isn't the second word though !!

Like this..

When I was much younger we went to rodeo and being around cattle and horses all my life I decided to give it a shot.I got two rides in one my first and last.Fortunately I did not get hurt but bull riders are a bunch of tough guys.Actually the wild horse race where 4 guys catch and saddle a bronc plus ride it across a line results in more injuries.Didnt even consider that one!

I never made it to the bull. A friend of mine had a 55 gallon drum tied between four trees on garage door springs and a piece of carpet for a saddle. I lasted about two yanks on the ropes and landed on my head. At least I didn't have to worry about getting stomped on.

Several years ago, our church had a temporary pastor who'd grown up on a cattle ranch in the Nebraska Sandhills. The guy was a genius for taking anecdotes about a wild and wooly childhood on a cattle ranch and working them into something meaningful in a sermon.

I always thought if he hadn't become a Lutheran preacher he could have made it big as a standup comic.

He told once (from the pulpit) about a time when he was 12 when he and one of his buddies wanted to try steer roping. They picked a steer, got on saddle horses, and spent about two hours on a hot afternoon chasing this steer around the corral roping and unroping him. The steer finally decided he'd had it. The steer busted through the fence and took off. The pastor said his 16 year old sister was putting some washing out on the clothes line when the steer ran through, hooked a horn on the clothes line, and took off across country with the clothes line and clothes dragging behind. He said his sister made a number of comments he couldn't repeat from the pulpit.

One of the neighbors finally corraled the steer a couple of miles away, still dragging the clothes. The pastor didn't say what the personal consequences were but I imagine he and his buddy paid a price.

I've always wished we could have kept that guy permanently. He was a hoot. Plus, once he made his point in a sermon, he was done, even if it was only ten minutes. He didn't drag on just to hear himself talk, like some preachers.

use to work around a heavy equip. operator that was a pro bull rider in his younger days,medium build,kinda rough and direct when he spoke to you,but was a likable person,always wide open at any thing he was doing,kinda reminded me of my uncle,few years back when harley's got poplar he bought one,wasn't long before it threw him,he talked like no bull compared to that.

I use to ride bulls and did for 4yrs. My last ride was on a BIG BLACK LIMO BULL, Everything was good in the chute opened the gate and POW drug like a rag doll for 6 of the 8 sec. I got up and looked at the wife[then girlfriend] she was 2fisting beers and had 4 cigs going. I knew it must of looked bad. When I got in back took my vest off my shirt was split from the collar to the bottom hem. I still have that shirt wife won't let me throw it away.