I've got one from a few years back. I was bull riding at the time, and every weekend there were a bunch of folks that got together and had a little jackpot bucking. I was just about always in attendance, because at the time all I thought was getting on as many bulls as possible. I was making a little bit of a name for myself, unfortunately it wasn't for being one of the best, but instead for being one of the wildest
I'd hop on just about any bull anyone wanted me to. I'll always remember my grandad telling me "Son you might not ever be much of a bull rider, but your a helluva crash test dummy."
So there I was one Sunday, the evening was winding down I had done my usual thing and got tossed off 5 or 6 bulls, but was still ready to go. As I was packing up a man came over and told me about a young bull he had in his trailer. All he said was he's... well... a little rowdy I guess you could say, and never had anyone on him so I don't really know what he'll do. Nobody else around here wants on him, but I'd like to see what he'll do I have some high hopes for him. I didn't even have to think about it. I told him get him in the chute let's see what he's got. So the man, and his helper started unloading "Spunky". I started getting geared back up, and the whole time I could hear all sorts of commotion. The whole time I'm making the walk to the chutes, I keep seeing this bull lurching over the front of the chute trying to make an escape. When I get over there I see Spunky. At first glance, he didn't look like much just a squirrly little guy colored up kinda funny, about like a Holstein. With these little up horns that didn't look like much and about as big around as a half dollar coin in diameter. It was kind of laughable really to think the man was thinking this scrawny little guy was going to be a bucking bull. Then the bull turned and looked me right in the eye, and I saw he had "the look" in his eye. The look that clearly says, I'm here to mess some sh*t up, and your best bets not to get in my way. Lol. Well I started getting my rope around him, and it was obvious 'ol Spunky wasn't enjoying himself inside the chute. He was thrashing around, kicking, snorting, banging around, and still trying to leap out the top. I said to the gentleman as I started over the side of the chute, well one things for sure... he's rowdy alright. I was use to getting on the nasty mannerless bulls of this sort because they were usually the one's other guys wouldn't even try getting on, or climbed off of before they even got started so his shenanigans wasn't really bothering me any, and I was focused on the task at hand. As I started sliding down the little fellow he mellowed out for a second just long enough for me to sit down. As my butt his back, he went from rowdy to bat number 2 crazy! He was biting, kicking, hitting anything he could get ahold of. As I was getting adjusted, he smashed his head into the gate and splintered his right horn from the tip to about half way through it. Then the blood started gushing, and the chute started to look like a clip out of a horror movie. Then the adrenaline really started pumping. And I remember about 6 or 7 different people asking if I wanted off as I was getting thrashed around trying to get tied in. I wasn't about to let this little scrub punk me like that though. So I finally got set, gritted my teeth, pulled up on my rope, and nodded my head. As the gate was swinging open I dug in with my spurs, and Spunky dropped his nose down in the dirt and threw a cloud of sand and dust up as he blew out of the chute like a shot out of a cannon. I remember looking down from what seemed like 12 foot high about mid jump, and thinking uh oh this might get a little western. As he was descending I prepared for the next jump. To my surprise though when his hooves hit the ground he didn't make another move. Just stood there still as could be. I thought about hopping off then but after the beating I took in that chute I wasn't letting him off that easy. So I stuck my spurs right in his ribs a few times, but instead of bucking Spunky just start loping around like an old pack mule with me on his back. Lmao
I hopped off after that, and everybody went from the classic wth just happened look to hysterical laughter. The old man was a little embarrassed at first but then laughed it off as well and gave me $20 for my efforts so I was happy as could be, $20 richer, and a lifelong memory can't beat that.
