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50 years ago, I was in my second week of boot camp, Company 948, Great Lakes NTC. Graduated 12/18/70. Home for Christmas and New Years and then reported to OCS in Newport, RI on 1/4/71.
Jack Barber MPHS Jan 66
I was going to graduate school in England & mailing letters & packages to my brother who was with Co D 3/187 Infantry in the 101st Airborne ... Firebase Rickshaw or Rakasan (sp?). I decided on MA degree v Navy Officer... females could only do a few things. (Went Army MP in 1975 instead.... many more opportunities for women as they were testing us before girls came out of ROTC in June 1976).
My dad was ecstatic in Dec of 1970 when my brother came home Dec 15th, my sister flew in from Boston the next day, and I flew from the UK the following day.
About 6 weeks later, I was in the middle of Wisconsin learning to ride bareback bucking horses. After a few days of riding (and mostly not riding) some top-rated horses, was hooked.
It truly was the most unbelievable way to be in your early 20's and be the focus of hundreds of people when competing. I always liked being the center of attention. Even though I was probably a mediocre competitor, I was a competitor nonetheless and every weekend put on those spurs, chaps, boots and jeans, screwed the Stetson on tight and slide down on that horse in the chute, ready to nod an okay to the crew to open the gate, I was often a little scared by the possible consequences, but courage isn't doing something and believing you are invincible, it is knowing you are not and doing it anyway. A few deep breathes, a feeling that, in spite of the peril, I would not want to be anywhere else at that moment, and a nod of the hat to "turn 'em loose" and I was in my zone and right where I had always wanted to be.
Great story, Tom. I always wondered how a normal MPHS guy became a rodeo bronc rider. Now I know.
But actually Tom was never all that normal. In Mount Greenwood many of us had homemade motorbikes. They were unsafe at any speed. Tom managed to ride his through a car windshield, getting over one thousand stitches and over 80% facial reconstruction. And he wounded his hand with a hatchet in an accident.
So it is not that surprising that he became a bareback bucking horse rider. If you have ever watched it you will know that it is one of the roughest sports known.
Craig Hullinger MPHS 66
Our uncles taught us to be tough and self reliant. One of the ways they did this was by setting up kid rodeos. The little kids were challenged to ride buck sheep - rams. They were woolly and not very high so that when you were bucked off you were not too hurt.
The challenge for the older kids - 7 or 8 - was to ride calves. A kid had no chance to stay on a calf - they bucked and spun furiously and you were bucked off after the first jump or two to a hard and painful landing.
At one of the impromptu rodeos my Uncle Red asked my little brother Scott if he would like to ride a calf. My younger brother, smarter than me, told my uncle "I believe I would rather walk."
Craig Hullinger MPHS Jan 66
Karen has a cousin whose kid does junior rodeo, goat roping, calf riding, etc. and I always have a good time watching them. Have not done this for a bit and, I am sure, the youngster is too old to be a "junior" anymore but it is fun to watch.
For all you old cowpokes and cowgirls. A small town next to where I live, Paletine, IL, is starting their rodeo back up this summer near Labor Day. Come on down. They went to bull riding for the past two years and did not get the reviews they were hoping for.
Great idea. We could make it a mini reunion, with our own soutsidaChicaga bronc rider Tom Schildhouse MPHS Jan 66 making what would likely be his last ride. Possibly get national publicity as the only 65 year old Chicaga Cowboy willing and able to ride a bucking Mustang.
What do you say, Tom? You would add to your legend, and you are eligible for medicare so they can fix anything that breaks?
I would pay to come.
What were you doing 50 years ago? Share Your Stories
I was on Hill 327, a lovely mountain with a great view of the South China Sea and the Pacific Ocean, Danang, Monkey Mountain, Hai Van Pass and the mountains to the north, and Happy Valley to the south.
On top of Hill 327, near Danang, Vietnam overlooking the South China Sea and Hai Van Pass.
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