Tall Tale: The Bronc
When the dust finally settled, there I lay on the ground.
A parting gesture from a Bronc, Whence he came unwound.
And so I lay there like I was in a dream more dead than alive without a doubt
Then I heard someone yell at me, “get up, get up” I heard them shout.
Sure enough that Dam Bronc was a Barrelin’ down on me to finish me off.
But the cobwebs in my brain just wouldn’t turn on the lights,
I knew it was fixin’ to get mighty rough.
Somehow he missed me by a hair, as I felt him go by.
Suddenly I came to just in the nick of time as I rolled to the fence As he gave me another try. But again I narrowly escaped the wrath of that four legged beast.
That cayuse was plum loco to say the least.
I began to doubt if and that Bronc could be rode
But there’s more than one way to skin a coon, so as I’d been told.
Tom and Bill came running to my aid
While I was shakin’ the cobwebs out of my head, underneath the fence Where I laid. “Gosh O Friday,” Tom said, “For a minute there we thought you was done for.
That dang hoss is plum mean to his core.”
“Ya, before you know it,” I said, “He’ll be eatin’ out of my hand.
You just hide and watch he’ll be a meek as a lamb.”
“I don’t know,” Bill said, “That cayuse is a lot worse that ole Big Red or even that
Widow maker or buttercup over to the S lazy 6 Ranch.
“Ya,” I says, “he’s a handful, but don’t you fret none, Bill,
There ain’t never been a hoss that couldn’t be rode or
Cowboy that couldn’t be throwed.
And I’m willin’ to take that chance.
He ain’t the first outlaw cabayo that’s made me eat dirt.”
But he’s the only one that ever rang my bell and that hurt.
“Well, boys,” I say, “all the bull hocky aside, its high time we set and strategizes.
That hoss has sided with the devil and you can see it in his eyes.
That hoss could cause a good Cowboy a lot of grief
when it comes to counting sticks and stones.
He’s a live wire and he ain’t afeared to try and break your bones.”
So we contemplated the matter of this wild cayuse.
There were several methods we could try but they came to no use.
So we roped him and snubbed him to a post,
While we tossed the matter over some more.
I told Tom and Bill we’ve had knot-headed Bronc’s like this before.
We finally decided the plan of action we was to take be that as it may
Snubbin’ him short to Ole Big Red that Bronc
was a fixin’ to learn a new trick that day.
Then we duck taped his nose so he wouldn’t bite Bill,
while he pulled me around the pen.
Then we put the blind on and I mounted him again.
“Let’s go, Bill” I said and he put Ole Big Red in compound and away we went.
It didn’t take long to find out who paid the rent.
Around and around we went and the more he fought,
The harder Ole Big Red pulled I seen what Ole Big Red could do to two thousand pound bull.
Round and round we went, I felt we were winning the fight.
When of a sudden the lead rope broke, once again he took flight
Like a shot from a cannon he went for the sky.
This is it I thought come do or die I had to give this Bronc a try.
For a second there I thought I seen him a snortin’ red fire from his nose.
We come down from heaven a headed for hell,
He shook me to the core plumb down to my toes.
He had more ducks and dives and turns than a snake with wings
But I had a spur to his hide and I was ready for anything.
But I had my doubts you might say, whether or not I could stay With this whirlwind Bronc But after about what seemed like an eternity I was still aboard this three-year-old punk. Much to my surprise I felt him giving up the fight.
“This ain’t over with yet,” I said to him, “Not by a long sight.”
But he bucked a few more times a last ditch effort to set me on the ground Like he done before. Then he come down to a trot but I knew he was full of tricks, so I waited for more.
Tom and Bill were a hoopin’ and a hallerin’ plum out of control.
As I put him to a high lope around the pen we went just as fast as he would go
He quickly lost the will to fight as he gave to my hand
I knew there’d be a few more battles betwist me and this Blue Cayoose
Who would be the type of hoss not just for any man.
But I liked him well, for I liked the moves he had.
Quick and smooth to the hand or leg, I was sure glad.
That was more than a year ago to the day.
Ole Blue will still buck you off in a sporting sort of way.
It’s his way of telling you he’s still got a little devil in him Cause he likes to play. Especially if Tom and Bill ride him. Ya, he’s a one man kind of horse.
What can I say.