For a while, we had a bull. It wasn't a particularly mean bull like you see on television. I could walk up to him and pet him without any worries. One day, he was lying down. I went over and petted him and when he started to get up, I got on his back. I was about ten. He threw me off into the electric fence, which wasn't a lot of fun. So I guess I can say that I was a bull rider. I've been to rodeos, and they all get thrown off too.
Ken, by the time the bull riding event started at any rodeo I went to, I was gone...…….down the road, heading for home. Was never very much of a bull riding fan and my event, team roping, came way before bull riding happened.
Maybe they’re last on the list because the riders are trying to copy Ken during the first part of the rodeo and pet the beasts and try to make friends before they get on. Easy boy...easy. Let’s make this like a nice ride in the country and I’l introduce you to that pretty heifer over there.
My dad told me that when he was a boy he tried riding on a mule bareback. He said that he thought that mule's backbone would saw him in two. He only tried it once.