Do we have a significant amount of people that follow the Professional Bull Riding (PBR) circuit ?
Any Pro bull riding fans are out there ?
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Not a follower, by any means, but enjoyed the Netflix series “Fearless” about Brazilian bull riders who compete in the US, the big time.
I enjoy, admire the athleticism and the courage. (Also think it is a flat out crazy thing to attempt! But it is easy to see why some folks are fans.)
I enjoy, admire the athleticism and the courage. (Also think it is a flat out crazy thing to attempt! But it is easy to see why some folks are fans.)
Rpg
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I don’t follow the pbr, but enjoy watching bull riding at local rodeos and our National Western Stock Show every January.
When I was 17, I tried riding a bull at a small, mountain rodeo.
My effort lasted about 3 seconds.
I got quite an education in those 3 seconds: never tried it again!
When I was 17, I tried riding a bull at a small, mountain rodeo.
My effort lasted about 3 seconds.
I got quite an education in those 3 seconds: never tried it again!
Many moons ago, I rode a lot of saddle broncs. Saw a lot of country in Casey's purple Lincoln. Helped Jim get set on his bulls when he was boogered up.
I rode two bulls, my first and last one at the same time.
Momma raised some dummies, but they was my sister.
I rode two bulls, my first and last one at the same time.
Momma raised some dummies, but they was my sister.
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I only drink PBR. Too painful to watch it.
I don't follow PBR but was friends with Bob Barnes, founder of Barnes PRCA Rodeo. The company provides the bulls and bucking horses for many of the competitions. Now is 2nd & 3rd generation family business.
Barnes PRCA Rodeo | Our Ranch
Barnes PRCA Rodeo | Our Ranch
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Man against beast with nothing between them but a rope. Unlike all other major sports, there is no injured reserve spots to sit on a bench and ride out your contract. There are no rules saying you operate or compete here or there. It's a way of life,you enter events, with your own equipment bought by you, pay your own entry fees and /or hospital bills. Then you drive yourself to the next event. No team plane.
The dynamics are such that you will not find anywhere else in any arena, even boxing has a ref to stop the inevitable. Bulls have a thing about a no rules approach to most of their performances.
The dynamics are such that you will not find anywhere else in any arena, even boxing has a ref to stop the inevitable. Bulls have a thing about a no rules approach to most of their performances.
I don't "follow" PBR, but I enjoy watching the local rodeo events at Cowtown Rodeo in Woodstown. I think what sparked my interest was that while I was still in the classroom, I had a student that was a nationally ranked junior competitor. Sadly, he was killed in an MVA on his way home from a Championship event in Harrisburg. When we go to Cowtown, my kids enjoy rooting for the bulls!
Justin T
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My dad tried bronc but never a bull.
I followed a fella named Pistol Robinson quite closely as we are family friends with his sister. He wrecked pretty bad in madison square garden. Broke both legs and got stomped pretty bad. He rode a bit after he could walk again but hung em up in short order. Lost interest after that. At its core, if you’ve seen one rodeo you’ve seen them all.
I followed a fella named Pistol Robinson quite closely as we are family friends with his sister. He wrecked pretty bad in madison square garden. Broke both legs and got stomped pretty bad. He rode a bit after he could walk again but hung em up in short order. Lost interest after that. At its core, if you’ve seen one rodeo you’ve seen them all.
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I am impressed and proud of the culture behind the whole thing.
Every event is preceeded by the National anthem but goes beyond to recognize true heroes.
If you ever speak to the riders, domestic or foreign, they show the highest degree of manners.
Every event is preceeded by the National anthem but goes beyond to recognize true heroes.
If you ever speak to the riders, domestic or foreign, they show the highest degree of manners.
bamabiker
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I watch it some times but don't follow it.
Call me chicken if you want but I'm not climbing on an animal whose purpose in life at that moment is to get me off and stomp me to death.
I respect the guys that do it but no it's not for me.
Call me chicken if you want but I'm not climbing on an animal whose purpose in life at that moment is to get me off and stomp me to death.
I respect the guys that do it but no it's not for me.
Dougaz
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I'm a BIG FAN of the toughest sport in the world!! These guys are amazing athletes and I've never seen take a knee.
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I use to watch every week, no more. The PBR let their best announcer,
Donny Gay, go and ran in another team that weren't as good. Riders
started wearing helmets and flak jackets. Bulls use to be big boys, now
most are 1,200-1,500 hundred pounds and only spin. And most of the
PBR riders have sponsors so they don't pay entry fees.
It seems to me if Freckles Brown, Don Gay, Tuff Hedeman, Terry Don West, Larry Mahan, Jim Shoulders, Ty Murray and many others could
ride bigger and meaner bulls, why not today. The sport like many
others has been sissified somewhat.
Bring back a bull like Bodacious and see how many want to get on.
Donny Gay, go and ran in another team that weren't as good. Riders
started wearing helmets and flak jackets. Bulls use to be big boys, now
most are 1,200-1,500 hundred pounds and only spin. And most of the
PBR riders have sponsors so they don't pay entry fees.
It seems to me if Freckles Brown, Don Gay, Tuff Hedeman, Terry Don West, Larry Mahan, Jim Shoulders, Ty Murray and many others could
ride bigger and meaner bulls, why not today. The sport like many
others has been sissified somewhat.
Bring back a bull like Bodacious and see how many want to get on.
OLDSTER
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Bull riding is huge around here. Chad Berger, well known stock contractor, lives a couple miles from us.
Yep. I watch it on television when it's on. I don't cry when I happen to miss it, though.
Like Iggy, I've been busted up enough riding young colts and young mules to never want to do it on purpose...especially on the back of a bull...even for money!
Like Iggy, I've been busted up enough riding young colts and young mules to never want to do it on purpose...especially on the back of a bull...even for money!
I posted this on the Forum several years ago.
When you’re 19 years old, you try hard to prove you’re a man especially when there’s a female involved. I had a crush on a local girl that rode the rodeo barrel races. I desperately wanted to impress her so I decided to ride a bull in the fall rodeo. I was no stranger to bucking critters; I had broken horses and ridden, or attempted to ride, bulls in the past… albeit they were adolescent bulls.
The hombre I drew on the day of the rodeo was a veteran with a reputation. I sauntered over to the chute like I’d done the dance a hundred times before, forced a long hiss through my teeth, set my Stetson down tight and shimmied up the railing. Waiting for me in the chute was one humongous bull that stared at me through coal black eyes. He was snorting and gyrating like a demon standing in a basin of holy water. This hombre was wound tighter than a cheap watch.
It was a difficult set up because that mass of T-bone kept moving and dancing. When I finally got the bull rope wrapped tight around my riding hand the overgrown bovine slammed my leg into the steel fence. Somebody shouted, “Are you alright?” I cast a look back and yelled, “OK!”
In hindsight, that wasn’t the best reply. As soon as I said it, someone opened the gate. I was not prepared at all as that bull came unwound. This was about the same time that everything went slow motion. One moment I was a bull rider and the next I was viewing the spectators from a vantage point high above the arena. The crowd turned upside down about the time my face hit the dirt. Fierce snorts and the pounding of hooves told me to tuck up tight to avoid being trampled.
When the world stopped spinning I saw an odd looking creature looming over me: brightly painted mouth, red nose way too big for its face and shaggy orange hair. Like a jigsaw puzzle that seems impossible to put together, the pieces finally coalesced and I recognized the rodeo clown.
The clown leaned in close and asked, “Are you ok?” Now I might not be the brightest fire on the prairie but I recalled being asked that same question only a few moments before. I staggered to my feet, looked at Bozo and exclaimed, “I will be as soon as I get out of here!”
Some days later I ran into the girl of my dreams. She gave me a wry smile and offered in the politest tone, “ I saw your ride the other night. You looked great coming out of the chute…” I finished the sentence for her, “Yea, for about a tenth of a second.”
That was my last time on a bull and the last time I did something stupid to impress someone.
When you’re 19 years old, you try hard to prove you’re a man especially when there’s a female involved. I had a crush on a local girl that rode the rodeo barrel races. I desperately wanted to impress her so I decided to ride a bull in the fall rodeo. I was no stranger to bucking critters; I had broken horses and ridden, or attempted to ride, bulls in the past… albeit they were adolescent bulls.
The hombre I drew on the day of the rodeo was a veteran with a reputation. I sauntered over to the chute like I’d done the dance a hundred times before, forced a long hiss through my teeth, set my Stetson down tight and shimmied up the railing. Waiting for me in the chute was one humongous bull that stared at me through coal black eyes. He was snorting and gyrating like a demon standing in a basin of holy water. This hombre was wound tighter than a cheap watch.
It was a difficult set up because that mass of T-bone kept moving and dancing. When I finally got the bull rope wrapped tight around my riding hand the overgrown bovine slammed my leg into the steel fence. Somebody shouted, “Are you alright?” I cast a look back and yelled, “OK!”
In hindsight, that wasn’t the best reply. As soon as I said it, someone opened the gate. I was not prepared at all as that bull came unwound. This was about the same time that everything went slow motion. One moment I was a bull rider and the next I was viewing the spectators from a vantage point high above the arena. The crowd turned upside down about the time my face hit the dirt. Fierce snorts and the pounding of hooves told me to tuck up tight to avoid being trampled.
When the world stopped spinning I saw an odd looking creature looming over me: brightly painted mouth, red nose way too big for its face and shaggy orange hair. Like a jigsaw puzzle that seems impossible to put together, the pieces finally coalesced and I recognized the rodeo clown.
The clown leaned in close and asked, “Are you ok?” Now I might not be the brightest fire on the prairie but I recalled being asked that same question only a few moments before. I staggered to my feet, looked at Bozo and exclaimed, “I will be as soon as I get out of here!”
Some days later I ran into the girl of my dreams. She gave me a wry smile and offered in the politest tone, “ I saw your ride the other night. You looked great coming out of the chute…” I finished the sentence for her, “Yea, for about a tenth of a second.”
That was my last time on a bull and the last time I did something stupid to impress someone.
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I posted this on the Forum several years ago.
When you’re 19 years old, you try hard to prove you’re a man especially when there’s a female involved. I had a crush on a local girl that rode the rodeo barrel races. I desperately wanted to impress her so I decided to ride a bull in the fall rodeo. I was no stranger to bucking critters; I had broken horses and ridden, or attempted to ride, bulls in the past… albeit they were adolescent bulls.
The hombre I drew on the day of the rodeo was a veteran with a reputation. I sauntered over to the chute like I’d done the dance a hundred times before, forced a long hiss through my teeth, set my Stetson down tight and shimmied up the railing. Waiting for me in the chute was one humongous bull that stared at me through coal black eyes. He was snorting and gyrating like a demon standing in a basin of holy water. This hombre was wound tighter than a cheap watch...........................
That is going down in one of the best comments I have ever read..
Should
Should've been a writer...or maybe you are, in any case, an Outstanding story !
When you’re 19 years old, you try hard to prove you’re a man especially when there’s a female involved. I had a crush on a local girl that rode the rodeo barrel races. I desperately wanted to impress her so I decided to ride a bull in the fall rodeo. I was no stranger to bucking critters; I had broken horses and ridden, or attempted to ride, bulls in the past… albeit they were adolescent bulls.
The hombre I drew on the day of the rodeo was a veteran with a reputation. I sauntered over to the chute like I’d done the dance a hundred times before, forced a long hiss through my teeth, set my Stetson down tight and shimmied up the railing. Waiting for me in the chute was one humongous bull that stared at me through coal black eyes. He was snorting and gyrating like a demon standing in a basin of holy water. This hombre was wound tighter than a cheap watch...........................
That is going down in one of the best comments I have ever read..
Should
Should've been a writer...or maybe you are, in any case, an Outstanding story !
