This spring we had a skunk living under the back steps. This summer we had a pair of breeding black snakes hanging around, one of which tried to sneak into a doorway, much to the dismay of some screaching personnel.
I like cowboys. Especially bull riders. They're a different kind of lot. I asked a Champion one time, why he wanted to get on two thousand pounds of angry animal that could stomp him, literally to death, and he told me it was 100% pure adrenaline. He also asked if I had ever riden a horse that was bucking, and I said sure. He said riding bulls was completely different. Bulls have rhythm, horses don't. He said, for him, it all went in slow motion. That when that rhythm was right, it was the most thrilling thing in the world and the dismount was easy, and that's the way he always envisioned his rides. I thought that was pretty cool, but I dang sure didn't want to try it.