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Where's Cocobolo Cowboy?
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BuffaloSlim
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This is a great article, and tells me a hell of a lot about who the cowboy is ... he seems like a good dude to me
Hope everything is ok with Bruce and Kathy. The man just loves all things pool.
He last posted a year ago. He last checked in six hours ago.
Biloxi Boy
Man With A Golden Arm
CoCo sometimes aggravated me to no end, but I sure do miss him. Many times I had to really dig deep to ferret out his message, but he always had one, and sometimes he was profound, so I always kept on digging. (His description? which ideologist carried in his signature line for so long was without equal.) Love or hate him, agree or disagree with him, AZB is not the same without him. Each one of us brings something to this forum, but, unquestionably, what CoCo brought was special. I, too, hope he is doing well.
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Coco wrote the occasional great post. His waste to quality ratio was very high but the great posts led me to suspect the real coco was far more than he usually appeared on AZB. I too hope he is doing well.
Hu
He...(like me) posts(ed) some goofy stuff sometimes....but always seemed (to me) like he was/is a genuine good person....and he at least made an impression and is remembered....I was posting online about pool since before AzBilliards forums was even started.....Ask Mike H.......he will know......Due to life/work....pool took a very back seat for me and I went away for about 6 years....but I am about ready to cash out of the current life/work situation and get myself into a position where I can play pool again....Currently trying to get back into "pool shape"
Sometimes life takes us to where we have to focus on other things....Hopefully at some point Cowboy will be back
Funny thing is.....I went away for 6 years and nobody missed me......
Ride on Cowboy!!....whatever that adventure may be at the moment...see you on the other side of the mountain...
Sometimes life takes us to where we have to focus on other things....Hopefully at some point Cowboy will be back
Funny thing is.....I went away for 6 years and nobody missed me......
Ride on Cowboy!!....whatever that adventure may be at the moment...see you on the other side of the mountain...
My stepson wanted to ride bulls. He was close around 6'6". I pointed out to him that bull riders weren't tall with broad shoulders to have all that weight whipping around up high. The compact riders built like Donny Gay faired a lot better.
Next thing I knew he was a clown.(bullfighter) Bull riding and dealing with one bull was bad enough, the clowns deal with every bull there. A couple decades of bull fighting and your body looks like a road map. Handling the bulls in the arena is dangerous enough but just routine handling, loading and unloading, taking care of the bulls, is dangerous too. A bull hit a young man I knew slightly, knew his brothers and sister better. Didn't break the skin but exploded the liver and spleen best I recall, a few organs you really need. I think he lived a few minutes, maybe even twenty or thirty, but the best medical team in the world couldn't have saved him from the moment the bull hooked him.
There is a saying that even a bull without horns is dangerous. It's true. If you have to mess with bulls, a general rule with livestock in general, either work very close or outside of the danger zone. More of a push than a hit most of the time when you are in close. I had a bull send me flying like a little birdie when I was standing on the ground. Fortunately we were cheek and jowl and I suffered no damage at all. It was in my favor this was a muley headed(polled) bull. I liked to work stock but there was a lot to be said for having a good cow horse under you when you did it.
Hu
Rusty in Montana
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Frank Newsum was one of the premier bull fighters for the PBR for many years when a young person asks him about learning to become a cowboy protection guy he said to go work a sale barn for a couple year's to learn how they move and react .
It takes a special kind of person to do that and Frank was one of the best I've ever seen Cody Webster is darn good .
Co Co and I have visited a bit I miss our conversations and the 5 ball is Orange !!!!
It takes a special kind of person to do that and Frank was one of the best I've ever seen Cody Webster is darn good .
Co Co and I have visited a bit I miss our conversations and the 5 ball is Orange !!!!
What's your point?? That statement was vane.
And never walk behind a horse. In college at O.U. I went to a ranch with a friend of mine from New York. We went there to meet some girl he knew from school. There were a couple of horses tied up out front and being city boys we went over to check them out up close. After all, they were tied up and looked perfectly calm.
I started to pet one horse’s head from in front, and he started to pat his big rear end. The horse made a little noise, moved over a couple of feet and kicked him right in the stomach. He is over six feet tall and 200 pounds, and he went flying backwards a good ten feet! He couldn’t get up and couldn’t catch his breath either. I didn’t know what to do and called out to a ranch hand for help. Two guys came over and tended to him until he could breath again.
When he finally got to his feet, all he wanted to do was leave. The next day he showed me his belly and it was all black and blue, like he had gotten beat up bad.
Lucky he didn’t get kicked in the head. It might have killed him.
Guy i used to run with was a old-school farrier(horse-shoe guy) and he said he'd been kicked more times than a soccer ball. Getting behind a horse that doesn't know/like you may result in sudden death.
You don't surprise even horses that know you well. Their first impulse is to kick when surprised. Unless I wanted to walk about six feet behind a horse I always put a hand on them from the side where they could see me and slid my hand on them as I walked almost brushing their hips. Like the farrier I have been kicked more times than a few.
Learned my lesson about turning loose of horses carefully by turning them to face you too. I had a two year old filly with cleated racing plates on. As I was leading her to the pasture I just let go of her halter. She gave me a playful kick as she went by. My feet flew up in the air and I hit the ground hard. Took awhile to get my breath back.
The old man that owned the barn saw it. He was telling a friend of mine about it. Mr. George said "that horse kicked Mr Hu right in the," A pause to look around and be sure there were no ladies or children in hearing range, "personals". She did too!
Most people severely underestimate how far a horse can open it's mouth, about a foot. If a horse really wants to hurt or kill someone they will reach and grab them over the shoulder with their teeth completely past the shoulder. Then they can paw you to death, you are helpless unless someone is there to help quick.
Horses at an old match track were doped with anything from ten or twenty CC's of green alcohol to heroin. Some had been doped until they were insane. A friend had one that was insane from letting somebody else train it for awhile. A horse can be unbelievably quick. I had this horse on a lead when it reared up to paw me. Couldn't turn it loose so I dived at it, getting past it's shoulder where I had the leverage to pull it around. I got banged up pretty good but lived to tell the story. Another horse with racing plates on.
Nobody knew exactly how many people had been killed at that old match track. Over twenty, most by horses. If you didn't bring your own jockey you were at the mercy of the one you hired and a lot of races were fixed. One big owner went after his jockey when he thought the jockey had pulled up his horse, might have. The owner made the mistake of not considering the quirt in the jockey's hand. Cut the man up badly and had him howling at the moon!
I took my foundation quarter horse there, won nine for nine. He was short so I said he could only run 150 yards. When I couldn't get any more races at 150 I eased out to two hundred, then two fifty. In reality the horse was good well past 440. More hustling going on at a match track than ever seen in a pool hall!
Hu
Learned my lesson about turning loose of horses carefully by turning them to face you too. I had a two year old filly with cleated racing plates on. As I was leading her to the pasture I just let go of her halter. She gave me a playful kick as she went by. My feet flew up in the air and I hit the ground hard. Took awhile to get my breath back.
The old man that owned the barn saw it. He was telling a friend of mine about it. Mr. George said "that horse kicked Mr Hu right in the," A pause to look around and be sure there were no ladies or children in hearing range, "personals". She did too!
Most people severely underestimate how far a horse can open it's mouth, about a foot. If a horse really wants to hurt or kill someone they will reach and grab them over the shoulder with their teeth completely past the shoulder. Then they can paw you to death, you are helpless unless someone is there to help quick.
Horses at an old match track were doped with anything from ten or twenty CC's of green alcohol to heroin. Some had been doped until they were insane. A friend had one that was insane from letting somebody else train it for awhile. A horse can be unbelievably quick. I had this horse on a lead when it reared up to paw me. Couldn't turn it loose so I dived at it, getting past it's shoulder where I had the leverage to pull it around. I got banged up pretty good but lived to tell the story. Another horse with racing plates on.
Nobody knew exactly how many people had been killed at that old match track. Over twenty, most by horses. If you didn't bring your own jockey you were at the mercy of the one you hired and a lot of races were fixed. One big owner went after his jockey when he thought the jockey had pulled up his horse, might have. The owner made the mistake of not considering the quirt in the jockey's hand. Cut the man up badly and had him howling at the moon!
I took my foundation quarter horse there, won nine for nine. He was short so I said he could only run 150 yards. When I couldn't get any more races at 150 I eased out to two hundred, then two fifty. In reality the horse was good well past 440. More hustling going on at a match track than ever seen in a pool hall!
Hu
With apologies to Coco I will tell one more story of the match track. It was a "black" match track. However, I kept my horses with a black friend and was well known by the owner and enough people I was welcome there. Few dared come there unless they were known.
I was keeping an eye on my horse, you never let a horse be unattended or someone might "stop" it with drugs, when an old truck pulled into the track. It had two by fours building up a box from the bed and a horse in there. I got a friend to watch my horse and eased over to see the sights. A little old white man with clean but old khaki pants and a long sleeved work shirt in midsummer had got out of the truck. His wife was wearing a midcalf dress from a hundred years ago and a sun bonnet. Looked like sheep in a pack of wolves among the con men and gamblers.
The horse hadn't seen a curry comb in months if ever but there was no disguising the racing plates on his feet or the lines of the horse if you looked past the ragged coat.
I had about ten years in pool halls under my belt at the time and this package looked far too perfect to me, I didn't want to play. Somebody came up asking me what I thought and I told them the same thing, stay away. I kept my mouth shut other than when the guy I knew well came up asking.
The old man eventually found a race and pocketed an easy $1500. I talked to my friend when I got back to the barn. "They live in Mississippi and know every match track for two hundred miles around. That horse is their retirement. They run him once or twice a month for $500 to $2500. He is AAA, close to Top AAA.(100 speed index) He runs as fast as he needs to!"
Hu
I was keeping an eye on my horse, you never let a horse be unattended or someone might "stop" it with drugs, when an old truck pulled into the track. It had two by fours building up a box from the bed and a horse in there. I got a friend to watch my horse and eased over to see the sights. A little old white man with clean but old khaki pants and a long sleeved work shirt in midsummer had got out of the truck. His wife was wearing a midcalf dress from a hundred years ago and a sun bonnet. Looked like sheep in a pack of wolves among the con men and gamblers.
The horse hadn't seen a curry comb in months if ever but there was no disguising the racing plates on his feet or the lines of the horse if you looked past the ragged coat.
I had about ten years in pool halls under my belt at the time and this package looked far too perfect to me, I didn't want to play. Somebody came up asking me what I thought and I told them the same thing, stay away. I kept my mouth shut other than when the guy I knew well came up asking.
The old man eventually found a race and pocketed an easy $1500. I talked to my friend when I got back to the barn. "They live in Mississippi and know every match track for two hundred miles around. That horse is their retirement. They run him once or twice a month for $500 to $2500. He is AAA, close to Top AAA.(100 speed index) He runs as fast as he needs to!"
Hu
all animals have a fear of being attacked by a predator. if you approach them wrong and touch them you might get a defensive action. and large ones are all much stronger than a human.
even come up from behind and grab a stranger you can expect to be hit.
and coco
even if you gave up pool or have issues with the site, or other personal reasons, we do miss you and want you back.\
you belong here.
even come up from behind and grab a stranger you can expect to be hit.
and coco
even if you gave up pool or have issues with the site, or other personal reasons, we do miss you and want you back.\
you belong here.
Had a friend I grew up with that had a really hot temper.
He was always getting into fights.
Was up at his family's ranch and we were out riding and he had a valuable deer rifle in the saddle scabbard.
We got done with the ride and tied up the horses and went inside the ranch house for a second and one of the horses got loose and was rolling around on the ground, defiling the dude's deer rifle.
My friend picked up a fallen oak branch and hit that horse in the head and knocked it down.
It was one of the damnedest things I ever saw.
Horses on his ranch might not be ridden for months and they would play all kinds of games with you.
Some would try to rub you off on trees.
Others would fling riders over fences.
I learned early on to approach the hind quarters of a horse with real caution.
A horse can get into a bad mood and will kick folks.
I always loved Co Co's copy. He was very entertaining.
He was always getting into fights.
Was up at his family's ranch and we were out riding and he had a valuable deer rifle in the saddle scabbard.
We got done with the ride and tied up the horses and went inside the ranch house for a second and one of the horses got loose and was rolling around on the ground, defiling the dude's deer rifle.
My friend picked up a fallen oak branch and hit that horse in the head and knocked it down.
It was one of the damnedest things I ever saw.
Horses on his ranch might not be ridden for months and they would play all kinds of games with you.
Some would try to rub you off on trees.
Others would fling riders over fences.
I learned early on to approach the hind quarters of a horse with real caution.
A horse can get into a bad mood and will kick folks.
I always loved Co Co's copy. He was very entertaining.
Have a horse mule story for you all. Neighbors run cows and have a backpacking outfit (4th generation). Last couple years they have used my pasture (keeps fire danger down). Sometimes as many as 20 with more mules than horses. Between trips their stock is my pasture. When the “new hands” come get them, they bring stock trailers, saddle a couple horses and chase stock around pasture. It’s a sight. When the neighbor (big man in 30’s) wants his stock he just rides his horse over (by himself), whistles and mules and horses just follow him out the pasture and down road several miles. It’s just training.