When I first started out, it was all about getting on as many bulls as possible. I rode steers and heifers at the very beginning, then started entering little junior rodeos and heading to practice pens whenever I could. Some nights I climbed down on ten or more bulls just to get better, and just as often I came away with sore ribs, broken bones, and plenty of stomping’s to remind me how much I had to learn.
Once I got into high school, I entered rodeos through a few different youth associations. In those early years, I could still barely ride anything, but it wasn’t from a lack of effort. If a stock contractor would run a bull in, I was climbing on. It was more grit than glory back then, but those rides were the foundation that eventually carried me forward.
