This is me and Brian made before the rodeo last night at Ashland. Brian drew a bull that he has drawn 8 times before and hasn't been able to ride him. When he came out of the chutes last night, he was able to ride him for about 4 or 5 jumps and I just knew he was going to ride the full 8 seconds. Then something went wrong. Off he came and landed on his neck. I was frozen in place. I couldn't move. I could tell he had like a daze look on his face. Brian made it back to behind the chute and loaded his things and headed outside. When I was able to get to him, he looked at me and said for me to take him home. He was in pain on the ride home , after I got him home he said that he was bad sore. He went to bed and I checked on him several times in the night and this morning he said he was fine. That is just one of the chances one takes when rodeoing. I'm telling ya, its hard standing in the stands and watching your loved one climb on the back of a bull that has the look of kill in their eyes. When the chutes open, you are standing their praying and not breathing for you know not what is going to happen. You have tears streaming down, your knees are weak and your heart is pounding. Afterwards when they get up and walk away, you let out a great big sigh of relief and a prayer of thanks. Then you are ready to hug them and at the same time choke the crap of them until their eyeballs pop out.But one knows that is the life of rodeoing.