Sunday, October 29, 2006

Pondering

How do you decide that you want to be a Professional Bull Rider? At what point do you decide that angry bulls and dirt are your future?

4 comments:

Meliss said...

Well, for me it was when I was 3. I was walking through a ranch down in the great state of Texas and saw the bull. I was a pretty brave child. I hopped right into the pen and tamed the bull by staring it down. It gently lowered to the ground and let me hop on....it was the first and only time people had seen the bull act like this. From then on out I knew had the gift of bull-riding in me.

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ahh, you bull- whisperer you!

Rachael Neal said...

I'm not sure when it happens...but I don't care. I LOVE watching the PBR on Sundays! Yes, I'm a country girl at heart. Matt can't understand it...but I guess he doesn't see the connection. Cowboys riding bulls - nice! :)

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