We are from Washington state. I am sure that both you and your husband probably know quite a bit more about cattle than I do. I basically just did a whole lot of chasing them around, feeding them, castrated the little bulls on occasion, coerced them into trailers, but mostly had to throw a whole lot of hay or alfalfa bails around.
My brother actually put himself through flight school by first going to school to become a horseshoer. He still shoes his own horses, but he has been a captain at Southwest Airlines for many years now.
We did like to climb up on the big bulls when we were feeding them when we were kids, and occasionally jump on a cow or bull just to harass them a little. But the only one who did any rodeo in my family was my Uncle Ron. He is a veteran and has always seemed completely fearless and has a very high pain threshold. I hate to admit it but I have shot myself in the leg with a roofing nailer by accident before and it felt like a bad bee sting, but my uncle actually nailed his hand to the side of a barn, pulled it out and kept working.
One time my dad had a big bull that he was going to take to the butcher to be slaughtered. This was a bull who would normally get in the stock trailer to go visit other herds without any trouble at all, but he could sense that something was different and would not cooperate with my dad at all. My Uncle grabbed him by the horns and the bull went running around the field for ten minutes or so, but my uncle would not let go of his horns. The bull finally gave up and my Uncle led him into the trailer.