No thanks. I played that game enough times with a crazy longhorn heifer out at my sister's place... Brother-in-law finally had enough of her and sent her to the butcher. Seems like I posted a picture of her bailing out of the stock trailer. The meat wasn't that good but it still tasted like we won and she lost. Lol

Mike

Wick Peth and Bob Romer were my hero's. I went to three bull fighting schools. The first was taught by Ed Wittic in Billings MT. Then Larry Clayman and Jon Taylors in Mesquite, it was held at Gays. They had a out door arena still. Mahan was teaching a bull riding school in conjunction with it. Do0nny was there adding his two cents. The last one I went to was Bobby MacAfee's at Sankey's in Rose Hill Kansas. I fought in six state and some of Canada. Me in a dress.

My youngest when he did the Reno mutton busting he also did the PBR finals that year and got to meet Rob, Shorty ,Frank and Greg Crabtree. I'm trying to find that pic.

RIP Greg Crabtree- it was obvious to me his heart must have been the size of his head and we lost a good one way too soon.

Jeb if my boy ever even acted like he wanted to fight bulls I would have prolly locked him in the trailer every weekend. Thankfully he decided riding bulls and bareback horses would keep him plenty sore enough.

Here he was at 10 winning the tristate mini bullring title

How old is your boy now? Miles Hare was always old and broke up it seemed like. He wore knee braces while he fought bulls, for at least 20 years. Wick was always in good shape. I got along with Donny, but It was funny how he had to sit in and add to what Mahan said. I fought at a bull riding school Donny taught in Cardson Alberta one year. Hawkeye was there too. It was a long ways from home for me. So I didn't get down there much.

Darn son, you circuit riders are one tough breed. We were moving to the heartland from MI and our middle daughter Samantha was not keen on any of it, being in the 11th grade and all. We happened to go to the rodeo in Cheyenne however (family side trip) and Sammie absolutely fell head over cartwheels in love with the cowboys at the rodeo. Thought I'd have to shoot my way outta there since she's a looker and the boys came a running from the gates to meet the "new girl." Never forget those boys/men who were ALL gentlemen to the core.

Samantha and her Texas bred cowboy hubby, now a Plano firefighter, raise 3 of our grandkids and a herd of cows south of Ft. Worth. Great family and great steaks!
I will always remember those men from Cheyenne and Samantha leaning on a gate "shooting the breeze" with all those cowboys on a cool night in WY.

Blessings,
Mark

I realize you are talking about bullfighters in the world of rodeo but the bravest bullfighter I ever knew in my life was a white woman.
Her name was Patricia McCormick and even though she was gored 6 times while in the ring she refused to give up. One time in Ciudad Acuna she was gored through the leg and the horn went up into her stomach. After she came loose from the bull she was given last rights in the ring and was taken immediately across to Del Rio so she wouldn't die in Mexico. She lived to return to the ring.
With over 1000 kills in the ring she lived to be 83 years old.

My old running partner made the life size bronze of Lane Frost at Cheyanne. His name is Chris Navarro. He is from Casper Wy. We left Gt. Falls 9 days after I graduated from high school and rodeoed down to San Antonio. He busted his collar bone down there trying to ride a burro with a bareback rig on it. He was trying to win a case of beer at a place called Kickers Corner. The bucked bulls and horses Wednesdays, Saturdays and Sundays.