bull ridding

BULL RIDDING

I walk back behind the chute throw my equipment bag down, change my pants, strap my spurs to the heels of my boots, buckle my chaps on and I’m only getting started. Out of the bag I pull out the bull rope of champs and tie it to the fence and grab a handful of rosin and start to warm up my glove and rope, and it only gets better from there. The rosin starts to burn and you know that it is time for the excitement of a life time.

The smell of rosin is in the air as everyone is warming up gloves, ropes and their muscles. Legs up on the chute stretching out to try and prevent further injury, arms pulling on gates trying to get the blood flowing to the ends of your finger tips.

            The gates open and finally the bulls come. Everyone watches as the bulls rattle the chutes making a new sound to be heard over the music that is blaring, one bull jumps up the chute trying to get its rider as he tries to tie his rope on. They tie his head down as he gets his rope where he wants it and then starts the adrenaline…. All the riders are getting the ropes on their bulls.

Finally my bull gets run up into the chute. He is a big yellow bull with a big o hump on his back. I cinch my rope right behind that lump

Influences on me as a writer

Influences on my writing


1st Hour Honors English

8/30/10

Chet Funk





I have had many influences in my writing career, my mom was/is very helpful teacher and friend she taught me how to write my name and that was just the beginning. She helped me through elementary school with my homework and small half page essays to my later on 1000 word essays. My mom was a key part in helping me belive in myself and have confidence in everything I do.

Tammy (my mom) use to give me a piece of paper and tell me that if I wanted to be the best at something I would have to put forth the effort and try my hardest, she would tell me that I was the best four year old writer she had. I let her know I was very proud I could write my name, I carved it on trees, the walls, the floor, on her bills I was the best at writing my name everywhere!

She helped me through elementary school helping me “always do your very best work”, and “make sure your teacher can read it”. I would always bring home an essay and tell her its due tomorrow and that she would probably have to write it for me cause it was too much for me, but she would help me by taking the time I needed to make it complete and in my backpack ready for tomorrow.

She didn’t stop at helping me write my name. she helped me with extra curricular activities, she helped me saddle up and ride my horse, run fast and dribble a basketball, kick a ball as far as I can, and she was even key in helping me with wrestling and giving what I had and doing my best and still be ok if I didn’t end up number one. She has been a great and a well needed influence in not only my writing but also building my imagination to where if I think I can, I can.