I work the chutes at the annual PRCA Rodeo in our city. Usually the same bulls that have just launched a cowboy are gentle in the chutes. But NOT always. Sometimes they smash and bend the six-inch pipe that the chutes are made of. Wow.
There’s no way any of us OR the cowboys would play “pinball” or a similar game called “Mexican poker.”
I’ve worked auction gates and could cat-jump straight up out of the way of a mad bull accidentally let past, and there is no f’n way I would play this, even at age 18.
None of the circuit rodeo riders joined my friend and me for the snatch the $20 bills from the bull’s horns event that day. That one obvious omission should have been a clue. Later I was assigned a job in the calf roping event. I twisted the tail of each calf prior to release, to give it a little incentive to bolt- fast, out of the pen. I would often be rewarded with a bowel blast.
There are old pilots, and bold pilots, but not many old bold pilots.
Today, for thrills- I walk up and down the Pacific Crest National Scenic Trail. Life’s good.
Thanks for chiming in oldplayer. ;0)