

THE ROUND-UP 



horses. I asked that question myself in the cowboy's 

 mess-tent one day at the midday meal. 



"Say, Furlong!" and "Skeeter" Bill Robbins from 

 California craned his long neck forward from the 

 other end of the long pine board table. "The best 

 way ter find out th' difference between th' way a hoss 

 bucks and a bull bucks is ter git on th' bull." 



I caught the challenge in his glance. 



"Well, name your bull, Skeeter." There was nothing 

 else to say. In consequence Mark Moorhouse, director 

 of arena events, assigned me to ride Henry Vogt the 

 next afternoon. 



Well, I grabbed for the horn of the saddle and 

 picked up a handful of dirt. The kind-hearted judges 

 generously offered me another try on account of not 

 getting my stirrups, but the three and a half seconds 

 of this trip on Henry were so occupied with problems 

 of applied kinematics that it was not until some time 

 later that I was able to draw a few conclusions and 

 these are that the bull's back is so much broader than 

 that of a horse that no grip with the legs can be ob- 

 tained. He is saddled far back where he can concen- 

 trate his strongest buck, the saddle skids with his hide 

 over his backbone, he concentrates a tremendous 

 amount of energy in a buck, and his movements are 

 hard to anticipate. It is in this anticipating what a 

 bucking animal is going to do that makes a good buck 

 rider, for the man must out-think the animal and be 

 prepared to meet every movement. 



Happy Jack Hawn of Fresno, California, who sold 

 Sharkey to the Round-Up, with that smile which drew 

 him his name proceeds to cinch up the bull trapping 

 on Sharkey. The prize is five dollars to anyone who 

 gets on him and $100 for any broncho buster who will 



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