Any Real Live Cowboys out there ?

[chud333]

Just outta curiosity.
I know we have a large diverse membership here.

Sooooo...How many of you guys or gals ever been
up on top a real live Rodeo Bull ?
How old were you at the time ?
The result ?

None of the mechanical Bull stuff from the bars...please.


I have never done it but i bet it would make you feel
alive at the moment and maybe make your rear end
pucker up a notch or two? I'm 55 and retired and a song
by Tim McGraw has me thinking about it.
I wouldn't care if i made it 2.7 seconds or not as long
as i was alive afterwards.

Chuck

 

[arjay]

Not me ( I ain't that dumb [emoji1])but a good friend of mine was making fun of those loons that skied off of small cliffs (me) and I'm lookin at his giant belt buckle just laughing.Steve claimed it was because of his youth at the time [emoji12][emoji33][emoji1]

 

[Marshwheeling]

Reminds me of a joke:

"Are you a cowboy?"

"I thought I was."

No, the whole joke would get me tossed out of here, as it violates three or four of the canons of site decorum.

Never ridden a bull, or even a horse in pursuit of cattle, but I have been fortunate to do a bit of ranch work that could fairly be called cowboyin': driving cattle out of far-flung reaches of prairie to load them into trucks and send them to market; branding, nutting, inoculating and ear-tagging. Moving cows down a chute to where the vet can pregnancy-check them. Never actually pulled a calf, but stood around and drunk coffee in the falling snow while we looked for any that needed pulling. Fixing fence.

Nothing too taxing, and all stuff a bunch of clownish city slickers could be trusted to do without screwing it up too bad. The payoff was getting to ride dirt bikes in some of the most beautiful ranch country on the planet.

 

[Gulfecho]

When I was a boy in Montana, we rode pigs. Some were just plain mean. Does that count?
"My homes in Montana...I where a bandana...my spurs are of silver...my pony is grey."

 

[soFlaNative]

A couple of nephews rode locally for a couple years in their early 20's. Both were just too big, 230 and 260 lbs., physics was not their friend. Both were lucky, never stomped just wrenched shoulders, knees, back... just a brutal pounding.

 

[Sayoc01]

Had a guy I worked with did some Rodeo bronc riding,THEN decided to ride a bull! Reasons were more $$$ more women....figured not much different than a bronc!! Wellllll.....after...he said NEVER AGAIN!! Told me that bull....was the meanest animal ever created! Tried to kill him AFTER he threw him(4 sec.ride).
Jim

 

[Step N. Mud]

Had a chance to see Bodacious years ago. Cured me of any thoughts of trying to ride. However I did ride a few big farm pigs many years ago.

Bodacious dedication

https://youtu.be/EhtPYvT8Mmw?t=39

 

[raljr1]

Never been on a horse chasin cows, but one time before an elk hunt in Idaho I spent an afternoon branding cattle and burning horns on a friend's ranch. (I let someone else do the rubber band gun).....a smell you never forget.....close as I've come to cowboyin.

 

[jimmyj]

Members Iggy, Keith44spl, and Mulepacker are real cowboys.

Member JimmyJ is a "Wanna B" but he can't ride, shoot, lasso, play a guitar, sing, or fast on the draw. However he did stay in a Motel 6 and watched the western channel.

 

[pawngal]

Doesn't count but years ago I dated a guy who owned a string of rodeo bulls and bucking horses. Interesting lifestyle but I prefer my thrills on 4 wheels, not 4 legs.

 

[Jinglebob]

This is from a post I made over a year ago.

When I was 19 years old, I had a crush on a girl that rode the rodeo barrel race. 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 Brahma with a reputation. I sauntered over to the chute like I'd done the dance a hundred times before. I 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. One look told me this hombre was wound tighter than a cheap watch.

The set up was difficult 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. Some fool shouted, "Are you alright?" I cast a look back and yelled, "OK!"

In hindsight, that wasn't the smartest reply. As soon as I said it, someone opened the gate. I was halfway seated and 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 just about the time my face hit the dirt.

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, shaggy orange hair and wearing a bright polka dotted suit just a couple sizes too large. When the image finally coalesced, 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 trick 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."

Needless to say, I've never been atop a bull again and I didn't win the affection of the fair maiden.

 

[xray97]

Members Iggy and Keith44spl are real cowboys.

Member JimmyJ is a "Wanna B" but he can't ride, shoot, lasso, play a guitar, sing, or fast on the draw. However he did stay in a Motel 6 and watched the western channel.

I'm thinking Mulepacker probably fits in there too.

 

[cndrdk]

I thought I was at one time, but have no desire at all to ride a horse or be around cattle now. I grew up on a ranch in New Mexico in the early '60's. When I was around 12 - 13 yoa, summers consisted of my dad dropping me and 2 horses (ride one for a day, let him rest, and the other the next day) off at large ranches for a week or two at a time. We would get up around 4am, ride to the back side of a large pasture, sit at the back side of the pasture until daylight (coldest part of the day) and gather cattle. We would then brand about 400 calves at a time. No mechanical chutes, had a couple of men roping and dragging calves to the "flankers" where two of us would throw the calf and hold him down while calf was branded and "worked". Then we would hold cows and calves in a large herd while cows paired with their calves and they would be turned loose, usually around dusk. Interestingly the bulls from different parts of the large pasture would fight for dominance when brought together. Seen once, an old cowboy tried to break up fighting bulls when one bull turned and gored his horse in the side a couple of inches behind where cowboy's leg hung down in stirrup. Killed the horse and cowboy had to ride double back to the camp. Bulls are large, crazy and mean. I don't even like to watch bull riding on TV. And......for those long, weary 12-15 hour days, I (and other cowhands) got paid $7.50 a day. Pretty good wages in those days.

 

[g8rb8]

I have never been atop, nor wanted to be atop, a bull however for 4 years in the early 1990's every fall for one night I was nearly shoulder to shoulder with some of them fellas with a first name of Brahma and a last name of Bull. I was stationed next to the chute for medical assistance if needed. With Just wooden posts and metal rails between me and those critters it was an interesting and odiforous up close and personal experience. The power and intensity of a bull is spooky. It was exhilarating just being that close. Fortunately there were no serious injuries.

 

[smokindog]

Not me But I do like the CW bars set to 65 degrees on a hot Fort Worth summer night. Ladies in boots, Rockies and white sleeveless.......... and a hat. For some reason I'm a sucker for a pretty lady in a cowboy hat.

And for other fun, we watch the young kids they call "All hat and no cattle" try to make their brands

 

[finesse_r]

I don't jump out of perfectly good air planes, I don't twist the tail of sleeping tigers, and I don't run with or ride bulls. I have 3 different cowboy hats, but I seldom wear one. I wear a baseball style cap if I wear anything on my head. I am not now, nor have I ever been a real cowboy. I have been to more than a few country and western bars and I enjoy good C&W music, but I am particular about it as some of it is just bad.

I played half a dozen different sports growing up and even as an adult and they took enough of a toll on my joints. I have been up close and personal with large Brahman bull or Brahmas if you prefer, at auctions and in the field, and I think you have to be crazy to even think of riding one of those things if it is angry and trying to buck you off and stomp you.

I have a good friend whose son is going through college on a rodeo scholarship and he has broken almost every bone in his body at one time or another. So there are cowboys out there, but I can't image being one.

 

[the ringo kid]

The closest I come to being a cowboy, is sometimes watching them on tv and or wearing a stetson while sitting on a wooden fence watching the vaqueros break horses.

 

[Nevada Ed]

So riding horses is not good enough to count ?? !!

Never did Bulls..............

My first "Bad ride" was when I was twelve, In Red Bluff Calif.
was the third rider on "Jackson" the ranch mule that had just about enough fun for the day. The other two kids had fun.........
I got a fast buck and run to the end of the property and a buck into a bob wire fence. After getting out of the fence I just went down the creek below and laid in the cold water to ease my pain.

Handled the stock and pushed cattle on and off and sometimes when a Nevada livestock company ran short of help. The guys not always getting hurt, some just not getting away from a good bottle of hooch, way too late.

 

[jag312]

This is my friend's grandson. He is a real cowboy.

 

[billwill]

The only hide I put my backside on, is the leather on the recliner. My insides are fine in the locations they currently reside. At this point in life......I'm good ridin the recliner.