BAD ASS

when  we went to the 76 ranch we found a bunch of gentle cattle and a rough pasture with a bunch of spoiled, sour , renagade old nellies. with them was a bunch of brangas bulls.  the previous owners had never gathered them bulls. when ever they worked they cut the bulls back in the pasture.  there for when the gather started those bulls just naturally headed for the worst part of the pasture. and if you were in the way they just ran over you. they had been roped and turned loose so many times they were wise to that also.  if you roped one you better be ready for a hooken or a jerken.  one of those bulls was  worse than the rest. he was bigger, ranker, and smarter. he had been pestered so much that he would actually hide, wait for you to ride by then jump out and hook your horse or butt him hard enough to knock him over. every one got to callin him BAD ASS.  we had about gathered every thing that was spoiled, sold them or mixed them with the gentle cows.  BAD ASS  seemed to escape every time we worked.  if we did jump him up it was always in a  spot where you couldnt get a trailer. and lead him.  he wouldnt drive with a gentle bunch of cows.  and dogs just made him bush up. we were told he had been mavericked there on the ranch and let up. the worst thing to do.  one fall when the high loper was out of college and didnt have a rodeo he was helpin me. we were in the pasture where bad ass lived. back in the brushest and roughest part the dogs struck cow. we trotted and loped along until we heard them bark hold up. up ahead on the side of a jeep trail was a oak thicket and in it bad ass was bushed up with four dogs circleing him. when we rode up the bull rushed out to hook our horses but the dogs had him by the nose and tail. he went back into the thicket. this happened two more times.  the forth time he came out i roped him around the neck, the high loper did also. we knew we wernt gonna drag him any where so we decided to tie him to a gentle mesquit tree that was handy. that bull wasnt even breathing  hard. like he did this every day! we tied a bowline around his neck and rode off to get the truck and trailer. it was rough as hell here but i was determined to get that bull to town. we hadnt gone fifty yards when bad ass groaned and fell over dead! he wasnt goin anywhere. he would rather die right there than give up! you gotta admire his will and heart. more of us people need to take that attitude. my way or no way!