As we jumped a gravel pile, all 4 wheels were off the ground. The young man riding with us was turning white and I suspected he might be gitting "airsickness". When we landed, he asked if I could stop so he can git out and pee. I fell for it.
When he got out, he announced that he didn't really have to pee, he just wasn't riding with us crazy rednecks anymore. Said he'd rather walk. That was fine with us. We was starting to wonder if he was gonna puke on us anyway. Besides, his head kept slamming into my buddy's when we jumped those gulleys.
So we continued after the bull, just me and my trusty companion. We tried to push that bull into the pasture he belonged in, but he just turned back on us and trotted back toward the woods. He was beginning to not respect the "Mighty Mazda", so after he turned on us a couple times, I told my buddy to drive.
I hopped into the bed, tied the end of my rope to the bumper ball, and shook out a loop. My buddy did a heroic job of driving, and I pitched a big-o cow-catching loop out there and caught him around the neck. That rope snaking around his neck put him into passing gear. This bull probly weighed well over a ton and when he hit the end of that rope it slid the truck plumb sideways! Kenny hammered down. It was a spectacular show, and since I was in the bed of the truck, I had a front-row seat. We pulled him to a big gentle tree and tied him off.
I called Mr. businessman and he didn't believe we had him caught. He had his trailer hooked up and within a few minutes he arrived. He backed up to the bull. We put another rope on the bull's noggin and ran it through the trailer and out the side. Then backed the Mazda up beside the trailer and tied the rope to the ball again. Put her in 4-low and creeped that big gentleman right in the trailer. That little Mazda made me 150 dollars that morning and it was so much fun, I kinda hated to charge the old man.