Note: Seems like I keep getting pounded for placing some of the stuff I write in the wrong forum, so Gawd help me if this is placed wrong. It's
non-fiction (i.e. real life)...my patience is wearing thin with this forum purity.
So, this is a true story....(I guess I will retreat if I get a bunch of crap off of this one...oh well)
I just need to say, I’m an honest man…
I’ve been kicked, I’ve been stomped, I’ve roped calves and steers under the worst circumstances…
I’ve been thrown off my horse, I’ve been dragged by a steer. I’ve been pinned between my bulls and a post, I’ve been spit on, crapped
on…I’ve had my arm, shoulder deep, inside of a cow.
I’ve delivered calves in the middle of the biggest snowstorms, ice storms and the nastiest weather imaginable. I’ve carried calves for miles
(80lb wiggling, frozen, scared little animals)…absolutely decimating to your back!
I’ve been splooged on, shat on, barfed on and… I’ve even been afraid (once).
I’m a cowboy, a farmer. Every year I go through the same game. There is never any let up.
I’ve seen Momma’s who wanted to kill me, just to save their calf. I’ve seen Momma’s who wanted to lick my hat off just to save their calf in
the darkest of times. Every year I do it, we do it.
I’ve eaten more cow and horse crap, dirt , rocks and dust than I can even begin to describe.
One thing about horses, is they always look you in the eye and see if you will deal with the same thing you ask them to deal with.
The difference is when the SHTF, and you’re off your horse, will the horse come back to defend you..or run?
I blew my knee out six years ago on a calf roping run. I didn’t know it at the time but the Bull Riding event was next. They were moving the bulls
into the chutes. I was down, we roped the calf, but not with a good time. I twisted my knee badly on the dismount, and was down. The lead bull
jumped the chute and came out, mad, into the arena. The out-riders and bull fighters weren’t in the ring yet. There was just me and my partner,
the bull…and Reno, my horse.
I’ve seen a lot of crazy stuff in my life, but I’ve never seen anything like I saw that day! I was down on my seat, trying to stand, there was a
bull charging from 75 yards away, my partner had a large calf down and semi roped; the bull was running for anything it could get. He had a half
loose cinch strap and he was pissed!
In the moment, you smell things; you smell things like you never smelled before. You can smell every essence. You can smell the dirt, you can smell
the horses…you can smell the fear.
It makes you alive.
You can only see a small amount of what is going on around you on the ground. All of a sudden, I saw Reno jump over me and run straight at that bull.
I was scootin’ like a crab (badly hurt) across the dirt by then. Just tryin’ to save my skin, and that horse saved my butt.
Reno, was the best horse I’ve ever known. Reno was a big horse (17.5 hands), a pure bread quarter horse who was literally given to me by a woman
who was afraid of him. She loved him as a pet, but she was scared to death of him to ride. And, there was a reason. (another story)
Anyway, a riderless Reno ran up to the bull; like ran right up on him (almost jumped on him). That freaking bull stopped, and Reno was pushing him
with his chest. That bull was slobbering and pushing, he just wanted to finish me off. No matter what way he turned (the bull), Reno would block him
or charge him. Horses are great for a reason with cows; they’re tall, and that day Reno saved my life. I back crabbed over to the fence and got
pulled over to safety, but the whole time Reno made sure he was between me and that bull. He never stepped on me once, Reno. It was a big fight,
many will never understand.
On the TV you’ll see guys get hooked (trapped) on a bull. It’s a dangerous sport. This wasn’t a bull ride. This was a guy down in the dirt
from a different event when a crazed bull jumped the rodeo chute fence and went crazy, and a faithful roping horse who saved his life.
Reno passed 2 years after that day from acute liver failure. It was completely unexpected. I was devastated, as was Jean (his owner). It was in the
middle of the night. Just tragic.
God Bless you, Reno! (wherever you are now)
...one good horse! (nod)
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