while at AZL the super got a wild bug and went out and bought a ferrari sports car. fire engine red, 6 inches off the ground and 0 to 900 in 6.3 seconds. just what ya need to cruise around a feedlot. at the office he had a carport built to accomodate the hot little italian job. he would come to work, park the car and then use a company pickup to show fat cattle to buyers.
just to the north of the office was the horse barn and saddle house. it was paved with asphalt all the way to the offices. to the right was feedlot, gravel feed allys and cattle allies. so the ride from saddle house to feed lot could be a little scary as you had a slick surface, feedlot feed trucks, hay trucks and all manner of vehickles cruising around. not great for gentle horses not to mention colts and broncs.
dude was one of the cowboys there when i went to work there. after a couple years the company changed policy and would let the cowboys keep more than than one personal mount. we all had our rope horses but this changed allowed us ride colts for other folks for pay or buy a colt , train them and sell them for extra income. dude went to our old friend jack clem and bought a little stag bronc. he had run as a stud until his 8 year old year, was untouched by human hands prior to casteration and was as waspy a little horse as you could ask for.
dude kept this wild eyed little hellion in a small solid walled little pen where there was no chance of him jumping out. dude named his new pride and joy BUGS., because he was bug eyed. after a couple weeks of hard work dude moved bugs to the horse barn with the rest of the horses. bugs didnt buck much was very unpredictable. sometimes he would try to run away, some times he would simply sull and not move at all.
when shipping fat cattle we always saddled our broke horses. then when through we would go to the saddle house for coffee and change to our green colts to ride pens.
this one morning after coffee dude decided to saddle bugs for a stint at checking pens. bugs seemed docile as dude sadled him. dude had hobbled bugs in the front of the saddle house. bugs stood as a statue while dude cinched his saddle to the little bay. when dude turned to pick up his hackamore bugs farted , snorted , wheeled on his hind feet and started bucking across the pavement towards the office. the hobbles werent slowing him down at the all. dude broke into a run when he saw where bugs was headed . there was no hope he could catch him before he reached the office, but dude didnt know what else to do.
the red farrari was parked in its usual spot in the car port and bugs was zeroed in like a radar guided missle!! i could hear dude saying oh shit , oh shit, as he ran after his horse. as bugs came to the carport he was in mid air bawlin like a bull buffalo caught in a locomotive cow catcher. at mid jump the saddle horn on dudes saddle caught the lip of the roof. this rattled the carport and jerked bugs to the ground right behing the sports car!! before the little bay could regain his feet dude landed on him like a hen on a clutch of eggs!! i caught up a horse back and dude gave me the lead rope and let bugs up. the little booger kept on trying to buck but snibbed to my saddle horn couldnt get unwound. we were trying to quietly get away from the office when the front door opened. dude ducked his head as he knew what was comming. mr. super walked out real slow, not saying a word. he slowley walked around the car looking at it. when he reached the front fender and found no damage he looked at dude and asked if dude was going to sell bugs. dude assured him he would. mr. super simply turned and went into the office and shut the door. dude wilted , i thought he would pass out. sure enough he sold bugs, three months later and made a handsome profit. but at that time he still wasnt shod, and was never allowed near red sports cars!!
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