Dad always told us boys -
"If you're playing with bulls - you're playing with dynamite - except dynamite's more stable,"
I had one big Hereford bull take me down, with my horse. Why (and how) he didn't stomp or gore one of us, I'll always wonder.
Gave him about an hour with a few cows, got him in the corral, and he went to the packers.

The three "O"s go to the sale around here -
Old, Open, or Ornery


I've always been a curmudgeon - now I'm an old curmudgeon.
~Molɔ̀ːn Labé Skýla~