Agricultural Show Rodeo

Across the ridges, flats and ranges, in print, on radio and stages, you may hear this tale wherever you may go. Sometimes a stranger may confide, about that famous ride, in the rodeo at Mildura's annual show. For a Brahman bull, a tear away, meant for the rodeo this day, displayed awesome traits of being mean. Crashed the chutes, bellowed and roared, and could not be ignored, for ten minutes in a very dangerous scene. Four riders galloped to the fray, but too late, the bull had got away, and cleared a fence to join in with the crowd, displaying hate and fiery eyes, this bull soon realized, a reporter, namely Max had duly cowed. Most folks turned their backs to flee. Max scarped up a tree, so this became the first line of attack. The bull hit the tree with such a force, Max fell out of course, landing square upon the Brahman’s back. On arching back and flaying feet, Max soon settled in his seat; his notebook and his pen were quickly skied. Max was lurching, he was leaning. To Max this was demeaning. For onlookers … this was a tremendous ride. Then with a sharp turn to the right, the bull and Max were now in sight of a pavilion where the shearing cup is won. The bull careered around the edges, knocked down gates, and cleared the ledges. A pot of tar and Max’s troubles have begun. For then through the poultry shed, with wire cages widely spread, Max clung to the bull, tumbling near and far. When the cages were upended, chook feathers were expended. Max wore them mingling freely with the tar. Now the bull charged out of there; it's nose lifting in the air, from the doorway bucked and jumped down a lane to where the cows all chewed their cud, and everyone was stud. This mongrel bull’s about to cause some pain. A Charolais, whose records quite a feat, while at the show had come on heat; the breeders were now screaming at their loss, because that raging bull was randy, and he was more than handy. The calf would surely be a Brahman cross. This Brahman bull had other plans, while Max was holding with both hands, so the bucking it had steadied down by far. Now the bull went back and forward; Max slipped back and his reward was a photo published in the 'Sunday Star.' Yes, Max had become a hero for us; with the way he broke that Taurus. The crowd sat back with cheering from their seats. By the nose the bull was led, back to the chutes from where it fled, Max receiving an award for all his feats. Then a call across the ‘P.A.’ A judge had something more to say, that caused a groan right through the stands. It seems for that amazing ride; Max was to be disqualified, 'cause he'd been holding on with both his hands.