closest i seen to that was "practice" bullfighting in the Azores. this was where all the locals would go to a little private arena and sit around drinking and watch the matadors practice with the bulls. these fuggers were nuts. about 10 of them would line up single file and run straight at the bull and the front dude would jump on his head between his horns and the others would dogpile on and wrestle the bull until they started getting tossed like rag dolls. laughing the whole time too. made me nervous just watching it.
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.
At those small-town rodeos you'd walk by the paddock with those big 'ol brahma bulls and they'd fix you with that look, and you'd see their range-finders kicking in.
One time one got loose, ran across the highway and through a fence, dunno where it ended up.
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It was interesting with the first bull, if the people stood still they were fine, the bull only chased the clowns running. The second bull apparently was unaware that's how it was supposed to work.
It was interesting with the first bull, if the people stood still they were fine, the bull only chased the clowns running. The second bull apparently was unaware that's how it was supposed to work.
Riding a bull is one thing. Sitting at a card table or teeter totter is just dumb.
My son rode bulls here and was local champion two gears running. Considered going to college on tbat skill.
The video I posted above is me working the out gate. For some reason that bull, Monkey Bones, always had it in for me. Bastid came at me every time he entered the arena.
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