I've had a wild streak in me since the day that I was born. I'm the risk taker, daredevil whatever you want to call it. I was fascinated with bull riding as far back as I can remember. My dad was one of the best when he rode back in the day. Really big shoes to try and fill. Losing him when I was sixteen after a bull riding accident was probably the hardest day of my life. One that's ingrained in my memory. My biggest nightmare that I still wake up in a cold sweat from sometimes. Every time I climb on the back of a bull I'm putting my own life at risk, but that's my life. I love every aspect of life, and always look for the greener side of the pasture! I can't do a poker face so I'm always losing at the game. I'm a happy go lucky guy most of the time. Can definitely be the life of the party. Just get a couple of beers in me and I'll definitely show you a good time! One thing I don't do is brag! It was something dad never did, and I do take after my dad!

[smear:#19c7e6]Positive Traits:[/smear:#e61619:0]
1)Honorable: Characterized by noble principles; displaying integrity.
2)Playful: Fond of playing and fun.
3)Affectionate: Showing open fondness for others.
4)Ambitious: Driven by the desire to achieve a particular goal.
5)Spunky: An inclination toward liveliness and high energy.
6)Courageous: Possessing the mental or moral resilience to face opposition, danger, or difficulties despite one's fear.
7)Charming: Having a pleasing personality; being appealing to others
8)Inspirational: Encouraging others, through one's example, to strive for change and fulfillment.

[smear:#e61619]Negative Traits:[/smear:#19c7e6:0]
1)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate.
2)Verbose: Wordy; inclined to say more than is needed.
3)Mischievous: Maliciously or impishly troublesome.
4)Rebellious: Flouting the law or resisting authority.
5)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure.
6)Impulsive: Acting on desires, whims, or inclination without forethought.

I was born in Big Sky Montana. My dad was a bull rider up till the day the bull bucked him off, and trampled him. I was sixteen when that happened. Still didn't stop me from bull riding. My mom was a beautician, and had her own beauty parlor on main street in Big Sky. I was their second son. Brantley's my big brother. He was four when I was born.

Like my friends and older brother I got a minibike when I turned four. I would ride it around the ranch, but my interest was more in the livestock. With dad a bull rider that's what I wanted to be! I did graduate up to a dirt bike around age six. Did do some Motocross, but my heart wasn't in it. I was drawn more to bull riding. It was in my blood. Running through my veins and had it's claws in me.

I was seven when dad started letting me ride steers. The same age as Brantley when he got to start. First time was at the county rodeo, and I won my age division making dad proud just as Brantley did. Mom hated us riding steers just as she hated dad riding bulls. She'd been the princess of the rodeo when he had met her when they were teenagers. Married by the time they were eighteen, and started having kids. How they only had two of us I'll never know.

Joining 4-H was fun too and all the projects I was in. Horse was one of my favorites, and getting to show horses. Bucket calf was the next. I moved up though from bucket calf to steer over the years. Even had a sheep till dad said no more after selling it at the 4-H livestock sale. Other farm animals were fine. I was in awe when we'd go to the rodeos and watch him ride. I couldn't wait till I was old enough to be riding bulls as well as bareback bronc. The big bulls that is. I rode steers up till I was fourteen and got my first time riding a bull. Lasted longer than dad thought I would. Brantley and I had been attending bull riding clinics since we turned seven.

As for sports when I started junior high I tried them, but none of them stuck. Usually got pulled away by the rodeo so I rode the bench for the most part. I just gave up after my seventh grade year. AT least I had tired I figured. With 4-H on top of it, and FFA when I got to high school there was no time for sports. Rodeo took up my time.

I'd been jealous of Brantley since he'd got to go out for High school Rodeo when he got into high school. Finally it was my turn when I became a freshman. Now was when the real fun began. Competing at more than just the county fair rodeos and a few others. I got to follow the high school circuit now. Brantley had already made a name for himself, and I had big boots to fill. Not to mention our dad having been a National champion the the PBR more than once over the years. With my background in training though I quickly earned my place on the team. Helping our school win at the rodeos as well as myself.

A year later the unthinkable happened. Dad rarely ever got hurt. Mom still went to the rodeos, but she'd cringe every time dad or one of us boys rode. I was back behind the chutes waiting my turn to go, and watching dad having the ride of his life on a bull that was rarely ever rode. He was bucking hard, and the buzzer went off. Dad's hand got caught in the rigging though as I watched in horror as the clowns and riders tried to help dad. When his hand did get uncaught he fell under the bull getting trampled. I heard Brantley yelling Dad, but I was frozen in horror. By the time they got the bull off of dad it was too late. It felt like I was in a vacuum as I saw him covered in blood and people gathering around him. Screaming was heard from the stands that brought be back to reality realizing it was my mother's screams.

The next week was a blur with the funeral and all the family gathering around. Brantley had prospected to the Wild Wolves MC when he turned eighteen with his best friends, and now at twenty he was a Full patch. A lot of the Wild Wolves had been at the rodeo, and they were at the ranch helping out most of the week and there for us. Their old ladies helping mom get through everything, and around the house. My own best friend, Cody Austin was there too helping me through everything. He'd been my best friend since we were in the cradle together. His older sister Tally Ann was my brother Brantley's sweetheart. They'd been together for years now, and were engaged to be married. We had plans to bull ride together through high school and in the Pros. As well as prospect to the sons together when we turned eighteen.

With only two rodeos left in the season Brantley and I neither one rode like our friends did. We stayed home, and Brantley and I spent some time together. He let me know after what happened to dad he was hanging up his spurs. Never going to bull ride again since he was engaged to Tally Ann. I didn't know if I could give it up. I wanted to go on and make dad proud. I had mixed feelings about him giving up as I thought it was something we'd do together as brothers along with our best friends. Mom was relieved when Brantley told her he hung up his spurs. He was still going to team rope with his friends, but his bull riding days were over. I thought long and hard over it the next year, but still went out for the rodeo team. Mom thought I was giving it up to, but I didn't to her horror. Mom she hadn't been the same since dad died.

My first time getting back on a bull I was more than nervous. I was seventeen now, and it was my junior year. I said a prayer as I climbed up the chute. I hesitated as the bull was wrecking havoc in the chute just like the last bull that dad had rode. I looked up at the stands at Brantley. He nodded at me telling me I had this. I glanced at Cody Austin, then back down at the bull. With a deep breath I mounted the bull. Swallowing hard which was hard since my mouth was going dry I nodded, and the chute opened. The bull was loose and bucking like hell. I rode him like a champ feeling like dad was right there with me cheering me on just like he always did. I rode that bull to honor my dad, and got the highest score that night. I had made it the eight seconds and a few more spurring him all the way. I raised my arms up to the cheers from the crowd. Though was keeping my eye on the bull that they got back in the run. I only focused on the crowd then and looked up at Brantley with a smile. Most of the Wild Wolves were there and cheering too.

I turned eighteen in September of the next year, and Brantley sponsored me as a prospect. One of the Compton boys was sponsoring Cody Austin. It was a week after graduation that mom died. She'd been a shadow of herself after dad died, and we all believe she died of a broken heart. She'd raised her boys to her little men as she called us. We were on our own now. I had joined the Pro Bull Riding Association along with Cody Austin, and we left two days after the funeral to get to the first rodeo. Cowboy up! Was what Brantley told me to keep going.

It's been eleven years since I left that day with Cody Austin by my side. We'd gone through quite a few horse trailers over the years. Ones we could drive and sleep in with our bikes and horses in it too. Girls had come and gone over the years. None of them were girls you'd take home to meet your parents though. Not that I had any parents to take one home to if I did find one. Luck must be my middle name cause I'd hardly gotten hurt over the years. Always aware of what I was doing on a bull after dad. Brantley had come to the rodeos when he could, but he had four kids of his own now. They all loved to come and watch their uncles riding though. Our summers were spent on the circuit, and the rest of the year we were in Big Sky spending the time with our family and helping on the ranch. I loved spending the time with the kids. They were all in 4-H and we helped with that if we could. We made sure to make it there for the County Fair to help with the kids cheering them on. Cody Austin and I would ride in the rodeo there then.

Well my luck ran out at the last rodeo of the season in Cheyenne Wyoming. I made it the eight seconds, but when I went to jump off the bull turned sharply getting me. I remember the searing pain as it's horn had felt like it gutted me. I felt it come at me a couple of more times hearing muffled screams and yells, before the blackness took over. Waking up I found myself in the hospital. Cody Austin was there waiting for me to wake up. I could hardly breath for the pain, and he called the nurses who gave me something that helped, but I wasn't awake very long. I was in and out for days, and I could have sworn Brantley was there and Tally Ann, but I could have been hallucinating.

A week later I really started coming out of it, and it was Brantley sitting there with me. He had tears in his eyes as I asked him what he was doing there. He said he'd come as soon as Cody Austin had called. Both him and Tally. They'd almost lost me more than once, and he said he'd yelled at me that I better not die on him. So I guess I listened to him. It was another couple of weeks before I'd healed enough as I had been about gutted and lots of internal injuries. I was able to go home then, and Brantley said I was coming home with them back to Big Sky. So Cody Austin drove the rig up to the hospital and they loaded me up and were on our way home now.