Growing up in central Okie oil patch country there was a goat rope arena up the road a mile folks that kept it going used the goats for the kids to learn on . The girls mostly barrel raced or bent poles. It was a poor boys roping before Corriente cattle came to that part of the world in any numbers. We always had cattle but only roped them as needed.
One Halloween a few of us decided to go catch one of those goats and take it to town to turn loose in the bar. Only one we could catch was a truly full grown "billy" that almost had a full curl of horn he just followed us around while we tried to catch a smaller one so we dragged him to the pickup and sat on him. By the time we dragged him to the front door I guess he had his belly full of being handled rough some guy opened the door from the inside just as we got there and he said"WTF" stepped back and we were so surprised we let go of old Bill but he walked into the bar just like he owned the place. We took off but two of us were inside to watch the fun the lady that was running the bar (which no one really liked) came around and grabbed ole Bill by the horns but he had enough of that and laid her out then stuck his head through the juke box and made everyone in there hunt high ground....Good times...
