As I have said before TV was the ruin of us kids on the farm. One day we were watching a bullfighter on TV and it looked like fun so................................
We had two baby black angus bulls that dad bought at the auction and we were raising on a bottle. We used to feed them grain too and it came in a big gunny sack. We started using the sacks to tease the bulls and see if we could fight a bull. You would put the sack in front of the little bulls and shake it and they would charge. We played bullfighter with them until they got big enough it was no longer fun. So what was the problem you say????????????
We were staying overnight at our friends house in town and it was dad’s turn to feed the bulls who are no longer babies. Well dad did not take a bucket like we did to feed them. He would always pick up the sack and take it and pour the grain in the feeder. He got in the pen turned his back to the baby bulls who are no longer babies but thankfully not full grown and raised that sack and started shaking the grain out. OH NO! The bull charged and hit him right in his behind sending him flying into the feeder. He crawled out and the bull was just standing there, he reached for his sack and here came the bull again. Dad jumped sideways and threw the sack over the fence. The bull stopped and just stood there.
Now what I want to know is how dad knew I had the great idea to make the bulls into bull fighting bulls. I mean come on they could not just wanted grain, or someone else could have done it. Nope I was in deep trouble once again, and once again told to think things through, like what would have happened if they did that when they were a full grown bull to someone. Thank ended my bull fighting career.
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