“Boys will be boys,” reflected Jack, as he told me a story from his youth.
Seems
when Jack was a teenager back in Ripley, Oklahoma, he and his teenage
friend were serious about becoming bull riders. They had helped fix up
the local rodeo arena and that gave them chute privileges.
One week they replaced a chute gate. They had made the replacement themselves out of oilfield pipe, painted it and hung it up.
As
they were admiring their handiwork Jack remarked it was too bad they
couldn’t buck a real bull out of there for the inaugural ‘grand
opening’!
His pardner, Jack (also
named Jack and hereinafter referred to as Jack Two) said, “Ya know, my
dad just bought a brand new Charolais bull, I’ll bet that sucker would
buck!”
Jack
One agreed that it would sure be better than practicin’ on the buckin’
barrel and wasn’t it a coincidence that Jack Two’s dad was outta town
for a couple days.
A quick trip to the
ranch and back soon had the big polled bull standing in chute number
one. Jack Two set his rope and called for the bull. Jack One swung the
new gate wide and Jack Two had a pretty good practice ride.
They
ran the bull back around for another ride but he was not nearly as
cooperative in the chute. Matter of fact, he rammed his head sideways
between the pipes and lifted the heavy gate right off the L – hinges on
which it hung.
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