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That's a Lot of Bull

Well, it was 1972 or so and I was on a motorcycle trip to Colorado from California on my trusty Yamaha RD 350. Yes, a small bike but when that is all you have and you're 21 years old and invincible, you go for it.

I got into New Mexico and being a hard core "biker," I decided to rough it. I had a sleeping bag, a can of beans, and 1/2 bottle of wine -- red I think.

I was in the middle of nowhere when I spotted this large tree about 1/2 mile off the paved road with a dirt road going to it. I knew it would be dark soon so that would be my campsite for tonight. I would be like that Bronson guy on TV. Ha Ha.

I parked the bike after bouncing down the dirt road and made camp. Heated up the beans on a small fire and sipped the wine while I watched the stars put on one great show. Well all was fine and I drifted off to sleep after a while. I think the wine helped some.

Well now it's morning. I'm sleeping on my belly with my head down, and ... ALL IS NOT FINE. Something big is breathing on my neck.

Right away you conjure up all kinds of stuff: bear, cougar, T Rex. You get the idea. I slowly roll over and it's one of those Texas Long Horn bulls with real big pointy horns looking me right in the face.

A few yards away were two more of 'em munchin' grass and keepin' one eye on me. I guess I was trespassin' in their breakfast area.

The big guy in my face backed up about three steps when he saw I was alive. I'm starting to sing "get along little doggie" while I'm packing my stuff on the bike as fast as I can. Now I got to start the bike and I'm praying, "Don't let me down now little Yamaha."

I gave it some choke and it started on the second kick. However, Mr. Leader Bull didn't like that ring-a-ding racket ruining his breakfast and he started bellowing and waving those massive horns all over the place and pawing up great clods of earth. Meanwhile, the other two bulls were urging him on. Now it's definitely time to GET OUTTA DODGE.

I put her in gear and made like an expert dirt bike rider with a train chasing him!

Well, I made it.

This is something I'll never forget and my kids always get a kick out of this when I tell them the story. -- Airhead

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