A friend of mine sent me a story about a guy that tried to rope a deer. It was funny and he commented that it sounded like one of my stories. LOL I have never attempted to rope a deer probably because of experiences I had a a young'un on the farm. I watched my Dad at the rodeos when he was bronc busting but the event I really liked was the calf and bull roping. We didn't have any small calves at the time but had some half grown young bulls. (weighed in at about 400 lbs) So I told my little sister that I was going to be a bull dogger and had her set up on the corral fence to cheer me on. I tossed the rope and my bad luck made it land perfectly around the half grown bulls neck. Which he took as a sign of aggression on my part. He turned and ran straight at me. Now as a farm boy I had seen how my Dad handled bulls. He would have the coiled up end of the rope in his other hand and when the bull got close enough he would smack the bull on it's tender nose with the hard coil of rope and that would be enough to diswade it to stop any silly notions of who was boss. I on the other hand was not built like my wide shouldered, muscle bound Dad and my slap on his nose just annoyed him. However it did turn him slightly from his path of death and he missed me. "HA!" I laughed at the dumb creature, "Missed Me!" Then the young bull reached the end of the rope. The rope that I was stupidly still holding on to. It was bad enough that the bull dragged me around the corral at least 5 times but the fresh cow pies that he always aimed at made the ride uncomfortable to say the least. The worst part was my little sister cheering for the bull every time we went past her. No more calf or bull roping for me. Mama didn't raise no real dumb kids, just one boy slightly ignorant of cause and effect.
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