Posted on 04/01/2016 7:27:40 PM PDT by West Texas Chuck
I grew up in a place called Hale County, Texas. One of my good friends was named Bobby. Bobby's daddy was a farmer. He had a bull, polled hereford named Melrose.
I guess one day old Melrose had enough after one of us nailed him in the side of the head with a dirt clod. I will never forget this if I live to be 969 years old. Old Melrose turned and looked at us, snorted twice, and came at us in a dead run.
That bull sailed through five strands of barbed wire like it was kite string, I doubt that old monster even noticed the fence. Still shiny barbed wire, too, not that old rusty crap. It sounded like a rifle shot when them wires snapped. Melrose never even noticed as far as I could tell, I recall him bleeding some but I wasn't about to try to do anything about it. If there hadn't been an old shed behind the barn (a sharp right turn from the new gate Melrose just created) that we could get on top of that bull would have stomped all or some of us into a muddy spot in the red dirt. As it was we were lucky that shed was sturdy enough to support the three of us on its roof, and that bulls don't make real sharp turns when they are at full speed.
Bobby went and told his daddy what happened and that farmer not only made us help him gather Melrose back up, we had to help mend the fence. While Melrose rambled back and forth in that same pasture, snorting and pawing the dirt. Seems like we mowed some yards that year, too, as a penance. I think us boys learned a very valuable lesson that day, and as far as I know none of us ever threw dirt clods at an old bull, ever again.
Good times my friends, the things I remember from my youth.
PS - Technically, this is not a true story. I made it up and it represents a composite of many things I experienced when I was growing up. In Hale County (that part is actually true). But it is a believable tale of adventure. And I love having adventures.
Good story.
Huh ??????????????
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You’ve never drank tequila?
I can recall similar things involving BB guns and old boars.
and the moral of the story, to make a political analogy
Hey Crooouz, Kay-sick, GOPeee, mediots
don’t throw dirt at the ol’ Donald
mess with the bull, you get the horns.
WorkingClassFilth
see my post below yours....
blueunicorn6
forgot to ping you; pinged blueunicorn by mistake....
This kind of reminds of the time me and two friends got into some hijinks. We must have been about 12 at the time and we were bored — you know how kids are. Well, we wandered down to the airfield and found P-38 that had the keys in it, and we figured “Why not?” So, we took off and flew around for a time, and Bobby said we should strafe the High School. So we did. After we landed, we did get into a heap of trouble. But it was worth it.
Technically, this is not a true story.
Also, never shoot a large hornets’ nest with a .22
I think I like your story better. Brevity is the height of . . . . well I can’t remember right now but never mind.
That story sounds like a LOT of Bull to me.
Well here’s a true one- involving Agamemnon the brahma bull and a bb gun. Thought it was cute to ping this grand inseminator right in his gigantic testicles. He jumped 3 feet straight up, heard us laughing and ran straight at out blowing through 3 hardwood corral fence lines and the main gate. Barely made it ahead to climb a power pole (in those days the poles had built in foot bars and we got up about 8 feet (that is just over 2.5 feet above Agamemnon’s head). He head butted the base of the creosote power pole, 3 or 4 times and we were screaming. The ranch boss came up on a horse with a cattle prod and got the bull to chase him for a ways. We got in a hell of a lot of trouble when the boss saw the bb gun. Uncle wanted us to strip and take a bb with one pump on it, in our own hanging fruit— docked us a week’s pay each, and scared us silly.
“Also, never shoot a large hornets’ nest with a .22”
Hit one with a rock one time. Not a Good Idea.
I was a dead shot with my little Nylon 66, so shooting a hornet's nest from a hundred yards was nothing and most hornets are not aggressive up to that distance.
For pure balls (or stupidity), one would be challenged to approach the nest with a can of hair spray and a lighter.
I only did that once.
good tale.
Reminds me of a true story from my youth. Me and my buddy snatched a couple of tomatoes from Moms kitchen garden. We decided to climb on the shed and eat them. My buddy was climbing up and I was holding the tomatoes. I looked down and noticed my tomato was oblong and blemishes. His looked like the one on the label of a Hunts can. I couldn’t resist and shoved the whole thing in my mouth. When he turned around and saw what I had done,the look on his face made me start laughing. If you have ever had half a tomato shoot out your nose, you know the pain would make you not want to have it happen ever again. I was picking tomato seeds out of my nose for two days. Karmas a bit$h.
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