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| I had a couple close calls with bulls. The first one you would know. It was Boomer Sooner at select sites. We went on a tour to select sites and they were overcrowded. They had just moved some of the Jersey bulls to the old bank barn the day before our tour. We went in and sooner went nuts and managed to try and jump through the bars and he got stuck at the hips. I was stuck in the alley with a pissed off bull between me and the door, still caught at the hips. I had to jump into his box stall cut into the next bulls stall and then squeeze through the pipes to get into the alleyway to get out the door. Scared the crap out of my dad. The second one was showing a Holstein bull at Ohio state fair. His name was hoobirk mel buster. I got too close to him feeding grain one morning and he tossed me across the feed alley into the neighbors frost straw pack. I didn't even have a bruise. Thankful, that was one of the last years bulls were showed. I helped picture bulls at select when I was fitting, never had any problems on the few days I helped. | |
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Bull Killed My Uncles Brother in 1925
