Lee

Well my story goes back to when I first started Bull Riding. My mom really didn't like the whole idea of me going into Rodeo, so i had lots of suckin up to do, and i was surely good at it! My first attempt at the sport lasted maybe 2 seconds, I hit the ground hard and it really took my breath away! I dusted my-self off and waited for my next bull. Still hurting from my previous expierence I got on the next bull. His name was "Nut Buster" and I held on for my life and what felt like forever my full 8 second horn blew and i let go, and hit the ground hard! I got up fast to avoid getting messed up by the bull. The sport I would soon figure out, was more addicting than drugs or my can of skoal! So the next week I drew a bull they called "Thunder Buck" I was nervous! When the shoot opened the bull kept me right next to the gate, I let my hand free trying to grab on to the gate. I got on to the gate but broke my ribs when i got sandwiched by the wrath of "Thunder Buck"! I took a week off in lots of pain. My mom said i couldn't ride again, but I thought otherwise! The week after I said to myself I'll only draw one bull! I did and after counting 4 seconds I was on the ground and not getting up! A second trip to the hospital ended my rodeo days. I still love rodeo more than life. This is my story