I spent a year up in Newport Washington. One day I went with my buddies to see a rodeo.
I was from Georgia we don't have rodeos down there.
So there we were sitting in the stands, and over the PA they announced that they would pay any volunteer $25 to ride a bull bare back.
So all my "friends" were slapping me on the back and telling me to go down and claim the cash.
I was 6-3 and 210, solid muscle, I was 27 years old and had been loading hay bales 10 hours a day all summer. I was in some kind of great shape and I was definitely the bad ass of our group, I mean I didn't look for trouble, but trouble didn't come looking for me either.
So all my buddies wanted me to ride that goddam bull.
Yeah, right, a 1,200 pound bull. I am alive today because I took a pass on that opportunity.
