When you have a son you think I hope he grows up to be just like me, until he does. When they are small it is neat to see them pretend to ride a rank bull / arm of the couch. Then the time come to ride rank sheep, so off to the show we go. I enter him up in the muttin busting thinking he will get drug off and it will be out of his system, then on to something else. Hmm I was wrong he won the jackpot the first time he entered up, collected his winning's and was ready for the next one. After a few times of not winning it was out of his system and he was ready for something else, digging threw old photobook's and the facebook he see's the bullfighting pictures of his father. Now my son is working as a sheepfighter and wanting to work his way up, so I ask can't you just rope instead. All this time I thought it would be cool to see my son follow me becoming a bullrider / bullfighter but when it starts to be a reality it makes you think long and hard about there future. I will not push him, and sure wont hold him back I will support him in the path he chooses.
