Learn to Listen

Back in my rodeo days (about 50 years ago) I was set to ride bulls at the Wichita County Mounted Patrol in Wichita Falls on a Saturday night. Arriving at the rodeo I drew a bull that I had seen buck several times. He always came out cranking it to the left. I was ready to win some money and a new buckle. I had been looking forward to drawing this bull for months. Now its my time to shine. ...