Personal Narrative: Am I Ready For My Bull

When being raised by my father on a farm, he had vast hopes of me making him proud. Therefore, when it came time for the fair, we would have bulls and heifers broke and ready to show. My father would ask me, “Are you ready to show your bull?” And I said in a confident reply, “Is the fair ready for my bull?” There would be a slight grin from my father and he would responded, “Don’t be too confident in the livestock show ring, it’s all up to the cattle judge you have.” Years of showing running through my veins, I had plenty confidence and deprived completion, I can see the prediction of winning in the future.

The first time I ever showed, I was eight, and I did not know what to do. My dad said, “Go out there and do your best. Remember to set

I wore my boots in a way that I never do and a bedazzled belt with a Yell County Reserve Grand Champion belt buckle on it. At this time, my heart started pumping harder and my nerves started kicking my front door down. All the years of showing were going through my head, memories sitting there with dad watching movies on how to show flew by. You could see that ten year of thriving for excellence. I entered the livestock show ring with my bull, he looked better than he ever had. The Judge intensely stared at my bull and I this time. He walked up to me and asked, “What is his birthday?” quickly I told him, “September second, two-thousand fourteen.” He then walked to the other competitors and asked them questions. Out of nowhere, I heard him talk through the mic, judging all of the bulls but not mine. When he finally got to mine, he said, “This will be your Grand Champion Limousine and Supreme bull because he is square from front to back, walking soundly to the ground and level with the ground too.” He walked up, pet my bull, and shook my hand. I nervously said, “Thank you.” Exiting the show ring, I could hear my mama shouting, “Wow I told you Ace (my father), he would win.” With a massive grin, I waited outside the ring to go back for showmanship; I walked in the ring, staring at the judge the whole time. I kept my bull an arm’s length away so when the judge got behind him he could see the bull fully. He walked around my bull, and I kept him still and squared from back to front. I kept moving from the front of the bull the side of him, so the judge could see him. The judge pointed at me, saying, “This will be your winner because he set up his bull right off the bat and knew where he needed to be when I was around.” When I walked out of the ring, my dad actually smiled at me and gave me a hug and said, “I’m proud of you.” At this point I felt like he accepted me and I had done greater than he had