When I was in high school along with Max, yea we both made it to high school I know you’re surprised; you had to be in the high school rodeo club. Of course we were, and guess what, we rode bulls, I know you’re surprised about that.
Of course I had H Bomb to rope on so I was doing some calf roping also. This old fart had turned into a fairly decent roping horse. I know, I couldn’t believe it myself but I had been roping off of him every time I rode him. This was all the time cause I couldn’t let him win and I was trying to wear him down. It wasn’t working, he was wearing me out, but couldn’t let him get wind of that.
We were at the local rodeo and the day was actually going good. We were in the first day of a two day rodeo and I was in the calf roping first and then the bull riding later. Max was just in the bull riding events along with me which would be the last event of the day.
H-bomb and I got called up so we entered the roping pen and I backed his big butt into the corner. His little pig eyes was looking all over the place and I leaned over and whispered in his ear, “You screw up here buster and when we get home you’re going to be coyote bait. You understand me?” He just wiggled an ear at me.
I settled back in saddle, got my rope tucked under my arm and looked at the calf and back down, kind of nodding to get my neck loose. The guy running the gate thought I nodded for the calf and opened the gate. I was not set when the gate flew open and the calf was gone and so were we, or I should say H-bomb was gone. When that gate opened he let a big ol fart and jumped about 30 feet out in the arena. However I was not there with him. When he made that jump my head snapped back and I did a back flip right off his butt landing face down in the dirt.
When I looked up, and I didn’t want to, he was out in the arena looking back at me like ‘what you doing back there? The calf is out here.’ Of course the whole place was roaring in laughter, besides the clowns I was funniest thing going on. I got up, took a bow, and then I walked over to that nag and made a pistol out of my hand using my finger and thumb, pointed it at him and said “bang”. That smart ass horse fell over like he was dead, getting even more laughs out of the crowd.
It was so bad the clowns came over and wanted to know if the horse and I wanted to join them for the summer rodeo season. They said that we were the funniest show they had seen and that we had gotten more laughs than they had. I told them no, that this nag was going to the dog food factory when I left here.
I grabbed his reins and got him back up, crawled on board and slunk out of there, glad that was over.
I met up with Max and told him I was going to haul H-bomb to the dog food factory when we left. He just nodded his head and agreed. We sat around for the next few hours till the bull riding started and then we were back into the thick of things again. The one good thing about this rodeo was that Max’s dad was the stock contractor so we knew about the bulls, but that didn’t help we still had to draw them just like everybody else.
We got to the chutes and Max got on a big ol Black Angus bull. I helped him get settled and got the rope pulled up tight and the next thing Max was nodding and the gate was open and away he went. It was a great ride, for about two seconds. That bull jumped left, Max went with him, then in mid air the bull went right and Max was still going left. One two three and it was over, I could see we needed more time on that bucking barrel.
I got on my bull which happened to be a small Brahma, and I was remembering all the barrel rides, the mutton busting rides and calf rides and boy was I ready. They opened the gate and away I went, he jumped out there bucking and kicking and I actually thought I was doing good; in my dreams.
I opened one eye; the world was spinning out of control so I shut it. I opened the other eye it was a little better so I managed to open both eyes. I was surprised not to see dirt, instead I seen white walls and white bedding, I don’t remember the arena having anything white, I must be in heaven. I looked around some more and figured out I wasn’t in heaven but in the hospital. Now as strange as that seemed to me what was even stranger, was I was hungry.
Now that was not the weird part, the weird part was the fact that I was hungry for liver and onions. You have to realize I never liked them before, yuck. But now all of a sudden I was craving liver and onions, too weird.
My parents came to the hospital, paid my ransom and got me out and I told them I was wanting liver and onions. Mom looked at me like I had hit my head, surprise I did, or so they told me. I guess that I went off over the front of that bull and he decided to see if my head was harder than his, it wasn’t.
Then after I was on the ground he decided to use me for a door mat and walked the length of me a couple of times, he then stopped looked at me, licked my face a couple of times to make sure I was ok, like he was sorry, before he decided to go back to his pen and rest up. Anyway that is the story Max told me later.
And here all this time I thought H-bomb was trying to kill me, I may have to give him a second change since he was a sissy compared to that bull ride. Maybe the dog food factory would have to wait. There was always another day for that.