I know most children raised on a farm or ranch have tried at least once to do a little calf riding. My brother and I were no exception. One day we were out playing cowboys and indians and we noticed that some of the calves were up in the lot. So we decided to try and ride one. Most of our cows were kind of pet anyway, we could walk up and touch them. Anyway, we got close to one of them and my brother told me to grab his tail and he would get on the calf and ride him. So I grabbed his tail and Bobby jumped on his back. Needless to say he didn't stay long. Well I still had hold of his tail, and he took off running. I held on as long as I could and he made a sharp turn and I lost my hold and went rolling. What did I do but wind up rolling into a fresh cowpattie. Oh the smell! It was terrible! So I went to the house to tell my mom and she made me wash off outside. So I had to get under the hose and wash off cloths and all. Then I had to strip down to my undies and put my clothes in the wash tub and wash off some more before I could go in the house. After that experience my brother was on his own. I didn't care a thing about calf riding after that. One day we...

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