Tuesday, June 23, 2009

A Different Kind of Bull

Today I caught myself thinking about the early days of marriage to my wonderful husband. Let me set the stage briefly. He was full of youthful cowboy dreams with the thirst for adventure mixed with the need for adrenaline. Yes, my husband was a bull rider when we met. I can still smell the arenas and hear the sounds associated with the rodeo scene.... Chaps. Rosin. Bull Ropes. Friends. Dirt. Copenhagen. Boots.

Those days, yet familiar, are but a distant memory and we now find ourselves chasing a different kind of bull across the majestic Rocky Mountain slopes. The bulls that he once found himself on top of, hat pulled down tight and ready for the gate to open upon the words, "let's go boys" were of a different breed. He was a crazy youthful cowboy seeking to cover the elusive 8 seconds. I find myself wondering though... is it really much different to chase bull elk across the mountains than trying not be bucked off the back of one? Adrenaline is adrenaline after all. (Okay, I'm not about to put this butt on top of a bull in a rodeo arena, just go with it.)

We elk hunters are familiar with the feeling of the little hairs on the back of our necks standing on end when the sound of the Rocky Mountain "ghost" is screaming their presence at close proximity. It is a feeling like no other when the still of the evening is suddenly filled with hoof prints or the one lone bark of an elk announces that you have finally arrived in his backyard.. and he is NOT happy with you being there. Or when everyone suddenly stops in their tracks because you can literally smell them. Yes, smell them. Or there is even the times when you hear someone say, "Don't move!" What? How close exactly is he and why shouldn't I move? But you do resist the urge to move knowing that there may be a chance that someone else has a shot.

So, I guess what I'm trying to say is there is plenty of adrenaline to go around come opening day in September when we will be saying, "Let's go boys! Let's go!" This time I'm one of the "boys" and will be right by my husband's side experiencing the thrill of adrenaline on a mountain top. Are you ready for your adrenaline rush?

Let the count down for opening day begin!


  1. Our opening day isn't for about four months, and I'm already counting the days; and holding myself over by trying to shoot fish with my bow.

    I have to give your husband credit too. I have no problem strapping myself onto a bull and trying to ride him - it's the part where if I fall off he wants to kill me that kind of gets to me, though:)

    I think I'd stick with the bulls that bugle rather than the ones that want to crush you afterward.

    Good luck this season.

  2. This is a great piece of writing.

  3. Very good descriptive, I enjoyed reading your writing and hope to stop by more often!

    The very best to you in your outdoor adventures!