Apparently, the organizers conducted an event called "Cowboy Pinball" and took the contestants from volunteers in the audience. I've never heard of it. It didn't turn out well. The first bull was a little worked up but nothing serious.
I noticed 2 or 3 guys decided to get out of the ring before they released the second bull. Apparently, they have a much more advanced inner voice than those who stayed.
The power those animals have never ceases to amaze.
I saw a video of "the running with the bulls" a few years ago. One of those little Spanish bulls took offense to a car that was parked along the route,...rammed his horns into the side of it and was repeatedly lifting two wheels off the ground,...way off the ground.
What was funny was all those idiots still standing in their circles after that second bill started kicking ass. You would think watching that dude get cartwheeled a dozen feet in the air would have clued them in.
What was funny was all those idiots still standing in their circles after that second bill started kicking ass. You would think watching that dude get cartwheeled a dozen feet in the air would have clues them in.
The remaining idiots were probably to scared to run after seeing that ass whipping, having just schitt their britches. 🤠
The number of folks trying to win the Darwin Award never ceases to amaze me!
Best thing that ever happened for dairy farmers was the advent of artificial insemination. Even in our little community I knew several gentleman killed or nearly killed by a dairy bull back in the '60s and early '70s.
Holstein, jersey, and gurnsey bulls got nothing on those brahma and crosses used in bull riding events.
Best thing that ever happened for dairy farmers was the advent of artificial insemination. Even in our little community I knew several gentleman killed or nearly killed by a dairy bull back in the '60s and early '70s.
Holstein, jersey, and gurnsey bulls got nothing on those brahma and crosses used in bull riding events.
Dairy bulls make sure you're dead before advancing to the next victim
As I said, I've never heard of the event. But it seems to be fairly common. Go to youtube, type in "cowboy pinball" and you'll find a lot of videos of people getting stomped by bulls.
I'll admit,...it doesn't seem too smart.
Some people call it quits and run when the bull comes their way. Some refuse to move out of their circle even when it's obvious that they're going to get slammed.
Must be my OCD tendencies coming out, but all the people who don't know how to hold their phone when they video drives me crazy. At least the chick on the right knew what she was doing.
That bull had already gored 4 people, and yet, three of those people were just standing on their marks, waiting to get gored next. That is some stupid inbred hillbilly trash.
That bull had already gored 4 people, and yet, three of those people were just standing on their marks, waiting to get gored next. That is some stupid inbred hillbilly trash.
Actually, there's no hills in Owensboro. It's a river town in western Kentucky,....right across the Ohio River from Indiana.
I hope tax dollars don't pay for the medical bills.
No chit, reminds of my goofy buddies back in the day trying to get me to slug it out in those tough man shows when they came to town, I said, you guys are fuggin nuts, you think I'm going to let someone beat me in the head [repeatedly] for 250 bucks?
And if did get lucky and win one, go spend 500 at the damn hospital getting put back together.
Best thing that ever happened for dairy farmers was the advent of artificial insemination. Even in our little community I knew several gentleman killed or nearly killed by a dairy bull back in the '60s and early '70s.
Holstein, jersey, and gurnsey bulls got nothing on those brahma and crosses used in bull riding events.
Dairy bulls make sure you're dead before advancing to the next victim
Usually hand-fed as calves, they grow up thinking people are cattle too. Beef breeds generally suckle off mamma in a pasture somewhere, they know the difference between cattle and people so it ain’t personal.
I mourn for our country. These people either have a death wish, or are going to vote for AOC because they believe socialism pays for itself. Why not stand them out on the freeway in little circles while an 18 wheeler roars down on them. Or better yet, some railroad tracks.
I noticed 2 or 3 guys decided to get out of the ring before they released the second bull. Apparently, they have a much more advanced inner voice than those who stayed.
The fate dude in the white shirt didn’t waste time
Best thing that ever happened for dairy farmers was the advent of artificial insemination. Even in our little community I knew several gentleman killed or nearly killed by a dairy bull back in the '60s and early '70s.
Holstein, jersey, and gurnsey bulls got nothing on those brahma and crosses used in bull riding events.
Dairy bulls make sure you're dead before advancing to the next victim
Yep. Older fellow up the road got pinned in the corner of his milk barn by a Holstein bull. Lived, but never the same afterwards. BIL had a 4 yr old Holstein bull go after him and the hired man one night. Went on the trailer the next day. Anyone who has ever worked cattle on a regular basis understands how powerful they can be.
long time ago in another life i use to work rodeo. You haven't lived tll you are perched on the top of a fence and have one of those big bulls decide to jump a five foot fence right next to you.
i was in one of those enclosures one day during a bull riding event. Made a mistake and had my back turned away from the chutes. I heard the crowd roaring, looked around and the ol bull was running full steam at me. I literally dove through those rungs and started running for the fence/stands. Bull hit the retainer and was right after me. Dang near got me. I had orange fresh paint from the fence on my shirt. Kept it for years to remind me of my stupidity.
When I was a kid, we were working some cattle and a bull knocked a wooden gate off the damned hinges and it fell on top of me. So, there I am with the wooden gate on top of me with the mad bull on top of the gate stomping and pawing and trying to get at me through the gate. Couldn’t have been more than a few seconds before he lost interest and dad distracted him, but it felt like a long damned time.
Owensboro/Western Ky folks never have much for being the touchy, feelings, sensitive snowflake types. The more hard-core the event is, the bigger the crowds:
The power of a bull should never be underestimated.
I watched my Uncles 2000 lb black Angus bull get in a scuffle with a Hereford bull. The Hereford was probably about 1600 - 1700 lbs. The Angus got him sideways and stuck his nose under his belly and tossed him 10 feet in the air like it was nothing. The Hereford came down on his back.
There's a local character here that was riding bulls at around age 62. Last I heard anything about him, he was in rehab for alcohol and learning to walk and talk again.
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.
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.