What you are about to read is a humorous a true story with a lesson about life. Someone was hurt in this story, but not badly. They walked away from the scene.
A Bull They Called Honda
When someone tells you that you better let go of the bull’s horns, you should probably let go of the bull’s horns.
When I was growing up my parents owned 80 acres of land outside the city. My dad wanted to live there, and my mom didn’t. Before we moved out there when I was 8, we spent a lot of time there. So my mom eventually gave in and moved because that’s where we were always at on the weekends. My dad’s friends also spent a lot of time and drank a lot of beer out there. This was back in the day when you could have your 12 year old drive you home with not much to worry about. And DUI’s were unheard of. Cops were often willing to give you an escort if they pulled you over.
Bulls aren’t so unforgiving.
I could tell you numerous stories about growing up out in the country, but this is one of the best.
Obviously, my dad raised some cows out on the farm. We were also always tearing around on motorcycles and atv’s. One time Terry, my dad’s friend, thought he’d play ‘Honda’ with one of the bulls in the corral. Now back then, 2×4’s were 2×4’s. The wood was thick and hard. I think the corral had railroad ties in the ground for posts and 2×6’s for the cross pieces.
Anyway, Terry reached through the corral and grabbed one of the bulls by the horns.
The bull tolerated it long enough for Terry to yell over at my dad, “hey Don, look at this, I got me a Honda.” That’s when my dad said, “you better let go of him before he does something.” But Terry had it ‘under control.’ “He’s not going to do anything, he’s just standing there,” he said as he continued to make motorcycle sounds… vrooom… vrooom.
That’s when the bull decided he had enough.
The bull reared his head back so quick that Terry didn’t have a chance to react. (Side note, Terry weighed about 140lbs soaking wet). Terry didn’t have a chance to let go of the horns and the bull pulled him right through the boards, splitting them in half like toothpicks. He was like a hand used to Karate chop them. When he hit the dirt he bounced up and ran to the fence so fast I don’t think he feet touched the ground.
It’s one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen.
Terry loved coming out to the farm and bringing his boys. Lots of memories were made out there. But believe me, when my dad offered advice on how to behave around the livestock, he listened from there on out.
If you want to get the most out of life, surround yourself with people that make your life better. And if you want to live a long, healthy and prosperous life, listen to those that have more experience. Chances are your best interest is at heart.