- I'd like to have seen the first guy
that was like,
"Oh yeah, that big scary thing
out there in the pasture,"
"let's see who can ride it
to a certain amount of time."
"And who can ride it best."
Who would want to do that?
I mean I honestly don't know why I do it.
Just because when I
was little I wanted to,
and now I'm in love with it,
but I really wish I would have
wanted to be an accountant
when I was about three years old.
It would probably save
my body a lot better.
(country rock music)
- We didn't let him get on a bull
until he was in eight grade,
and then right away I
knew he could ride bulls.
Every weekend he went over to North Dakota
to a bull riding.
And then when he was a senior,
he started riding bulls,
going out professionally then,
which was a bit scary
but seemed to work for him.
- Nothing else matters
right then and there.
You got a million things going on,
you're not thinking about that.
You're thinking of staying on
top of the back of that bull.
And it's all reaction.
It's just you go blank for eight seconds.
- So he was really focused
at a very young age,
which you need to be if
you're going to be successful.
You better not be...
Because it's way too dangerous for that.
- I get terribly nervous watching.
Up until we started dating,
I hadn't watched bull riding at all.
I thought the rodeo was
over after the barrel race.
So I kind of started watching it
and realized that,
gosh, they can get really hurt.
Bad stuff can happen for sure.
To me, it doesn't mean nothing
if he rides or doesn't,
except that I know how
hard he's worked at it,
and that he wants to win,
so I want him to win.
- We usually joke,
bull riding kind of like a dance.
And you let your partner move
and you follow her.
You got to be in sync.
So, with bull riding, it's not a fight.
It's kind of a dance
because if it's rough,
and you're getting
jerked on and everything,
it's not going to go that well.
You kind of just got to be
flowing with them the whole time.
- The bull's really our the competition.
We're not focused on the guy ahead of us,
or the guy behind us,
we're kind of just focused on that bull
more than anything.
When you make the whistle and you get off,
oh frick, you're
ten-foot-tall and bulletproof.
But if you get bucked off,
you are mad.
You're livid and you don't
anyone to talk to you,
and you're mad for
about five, ten minutes.
You're not a champion, I don't think,
if you go to a bull riding,
and 34 other guys fall off
and you're the only guy to ride.
Might as well throw
that buckle in the trash
because I want everyone
to perform to their best,
so then when I win, I can say,
yeah those guys had the
best days of their life
and I still beat them.
(intense country rock music)
