Mouse, My Bulldoggin Horse

When I was a young man, I attended South Plains College. It was there that I started my rodeo career, such as it was. The college offered a rodeo program and I immediately enrolled. I never had rodeoed and was extremely new. I was not however new to loving to ride horses. The rodeo coach’s name was Bobby Robinson. We got off to a rocky start. I didn’t know anything about protocol when it came to roping calves. After I roped, I would wait, if no one rode into the box, I would go in. I was instantly reprimanded for going of line. That didn’t set to well with Mr. Robinson. After a week or two, I went to him as told him I didn’t know what I was doing and I needed help. Of course, that was pretty obvious. He took me under his wing and showed me the ropes so to speak. He was a good man.

About a year later, I started bull doggin. I had been calf roping and thought this was a good add on. Their was a guy there in Levelland that had a mouse colored geldy that had been bull dogged on. I ended up buying him. They said he had been roped on but it’s very seldom they can do both. Either the horse will be good at calf roping and bad at bulldoggin or visa versa. Turns out, Mouse was a good bulldoggin horse. Because he was mouse colored, I named him Mouse.

We had a intramural rodeo at the college. It was a little different as you had to draw your event. I was lucky as I drawed bulldoggin which is what I preformed at. It had been raining but it was starting to dry up some. Several of the other guys needed a horse to bulldog on so I lent them Mouse to use. I can’t remember who the hazer was. If you didn’t spur Mouse out of the box, he would be ok as to slipping. I was the last one to go. I don’t remember is I pushed him to hard or if not at all but when he came out, he broke his hind ankle. I didn’t know it till got to the end of the arena and everyone was yelling at me to stop him. I got him loaded up and to the vet. The verdict was that he would never be able to be bulldogged on again. At very best, you might be able to walk him a short distance. I decided to put him down. It was a hard decision but Mouse would have been in pain a lot.

To this day, I remember calling Momma and Daddy later that night. I was telling about what had happened. I was emotional about it. It just hard to lose those good ones. When you rodeo with them (or any event for that matter) you get pretty attached, or at least I do. The next day, a lot of people at the college would tell how sorry they were for me.

Bottom line is, if you have horses, your going to lose some. It never is easy though.

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