Hoo baby, a big old Longhorn named Tabasco, and I’ve got a feeling some paid protest pods are about to find out what both those names mean. Loose the bulls!
March 28, 2016 at 9:31 pm
John M.
I thought the lead COW wore a bell so the dairymen could find the herd – not the bull, who usually stays in a separate pasture…
March 28, 2016 at 9:32 pm
John M.
“Show him your badge! Show him your badge!” 😉
March 28, 2016 at 9:51 pm
pyrodice
well, if it’s “season” the cow gets to meet the bull…
That also means he’s EXTRA displeased with the interruptions…
I grew up along the shore of Lake Okeechobee where our rented house was surrounded by a small, about 12-15 acre pasture where the landlord (a big boss at US Sugar) kept his little hobby herd, maybe 20-25 mixed breed cows lorded over by Ol’ Wooly Booger*.
See, USSC in addition to its cane plantations and mills was at that time a major player in the champion Brahma Bull world, with operations in Australia, Costa Rica, and right there on the Big O. They did some breeding experiments too, and Wooly was a hu-mon-gous Brahma/Angus mix…a Brangus, and he was one mean ol’ sumbitch. Get into *his* pasture, especially anywhere near *his* cows, and your life was truly in danger. No horns, just a huge curly-maned head, with shoulders and chest like a double or triple sized buffalo. And he was fast; he could be on you all the way from the other side of the pasture before you knew it, so you had better stay within a few yards of the board ‘n barbwahr fence, which he could have easily ran right through, but he knew his domain was inside its borders and you were safe if you stayed outside.
So Mr. Stacy put a big old cowbell on Wooly Booger as a warning for us five yard apes, and when you playing ball or whatever in that pasture and had your back turned and you heard that thing clanging, you better drop everything and head for that fence as fast as you could go. Only Mr. Stacy dared stand up to that bull, he was a huge man and he carried a big lead pipe with him when he was out of the truck; I think that bought him some mutual respect from Wooly, even though he could have easily stomped him down. I saw the bull prove that point one time when Mr. Stacy drove his company truck into the pasture and the bull did not like that one bit, so he butted that truck head on and it seemed like lifted the front wheels up off the ground, then rammed it from the side caving in the whole side of that new chevy truck (like I said though, Stacy was a big shot and he had a new truck I think the very next day).
Anyway. A bell on a big ol’ bull has a very practical purpose, and those hippies had better heed its warning.
*Named by my Dad for his mean massive curly-headed countenance way before I had heard of the song…we lived out there when I was 8 til 12, 1963-68, not sure when the song came out or if my dad knew of it then, but it sure seemed to fit ol’ Wooly.
March 29, 2016 at 8:34 am
Special Ed
“Wooly Bully” by Sam the Sham and the Pharoahs came out in 1965. I graduated grammar school that year and wore an itchy wool jacket to the event, so it’s fixed in my mind.
So my Dad was ahead of his time! That old song sure was appropriate for Wooly Booger though, and I can’t hear it without reliving some good times in my mind. 🙂 Found a youtube clip:
I grew up on a farm with a bull. This will be……..heheheheheh….educational.
March 28, 2016 at 9:43 pm
Big Jim
And just like a locomotive, that ringing bell means a train’s coming……
March 28, 2016 at 9:45 pm
Polly Cy
Springtime on the prairie, when a young bull’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of … trampling the living bull crap out of those useless whiners. Who couldn’t even write a good protest chant, BTW. It doesn’t even scan, FCOL.
March 29, 2016 at 2:29 pm
Old Codger
“Who couldn’t even write a good protest chant, BTW. It doesn’t even scan,”
Been thinkin’ that m’self for a coupla days. Those yahoos are so plumb eat up with the dumbs they can’t even protest right. It OUGHT to be:
“Hey, hey, ho, ho DONALD Trump has got to go!”
Today’s leftists can’t get ANYTHING right.
March 29, 2016 at 3:50 pm
Polly Cy
Giggle. As I’ve said before, I love a good play on words. “Today’s leftists can’t get ANYTHING right.”
And therein lies the problem.
March 29, 2016 at 5:29 pm
richard mcenroe
Kids today. I couldn’t even get a good chant of “Hey, hey, Obamay! How many kids did you kill today?” Line dancers have more rhythm.
Tabasco??? Excuse me whilst I giggle… Y’all start making popcorn, I’ll go fetch the quarter keg. This is gonna be more fun than a barrel of halfwitted monkeys on acid. Get the pay-per-view rights, make a mint…
March 28, 2016 at 10:01 pm
Pamela
Tequila to kill the pain of watching useful idiots receiving the natural affectionate amorous attentions of a pissed off creature of God.
March 28, 2016 at 11:38 pm
B Woodman
Oh hell no. I want to be fully awake and aware while watching these Libtards get their asses handed to them. Let the Libtards provide their own tequila. That is, if they can afford any. The price per shot from my bottle just went up.
(I’m a BIG believer in free market supply and demand capitalism)
March 29, 2016 at 6:52 am
Pamela
Need the cactus juice to kill the pain from the pulled muscles from laughing so hard. It’s not for the idiots. They need to learn from the experience.
Might take a few additional trips with Tabasco to ram the point home for some.
Does Wade have some head butting rams around…
March 29, 2016 at 7:49 am
B Woodman
Thank you, Pamela. I concede your point. But only as an after-event medicinal.
March 28, 2016 at 10:06 pm
Bill M
Somebody has to say it: “That’s a lot of bull!”
Go get’em Tabasco!
March 28, 2016 at 10:12 pm
MJ Larkins
Ya mess with the bull, you get the horns!
This will not end well for the protesters.
For the rest of us, it will be hilarious…
March 29, 2016 at 7:23 pm
The Pontificator
This.
March 28, 2016 at 10:36 pm
Kafiroon
Please, pleeeze! Can we see a protestor butt riding on each horn?
March 28, 2016 at 10:56 pm
interventor
Never saw a longhorn attack. If it’s anything like a Cape Buffalo, I almost pity the fools. Those buff plow a man into the ground. Then, tap dance on the remains.
March 28, 2016 at 11:34 pm
B Woodman
Almost. . . . .
March 29, 2016 at 1:58 am
H_B
Yup, then stand there and stare at the torn meat to see if moves…
March 29, 2016 at 6:43 am
eon
Longhorns do the “flip”. Sort of like a Spanish fighting bull (which is in fact a close relative of the TL).
Evolutionary “learning”; the purpose vs. another bull, etc., is to horn him in the gut with the upsweep of the rack in a “T-bone” attack. The “20th Century Limited” charge is to build up momentum for the hit. (Unlike a cavalry horse, a bull doesn’t need to be taught to “charge”.)
The running of the bull won’t just be at Pamplona this year.
cheers
eon
March 29, 2016 at 8:39 am
interventor
The Spanish army in Pamplona specializes in puncture wounds.
March 29, 2016 at 8:40 am
interventor
Hospital, sorry.
March 28, 2016 at 11:33 pm
B Woodman
Tobasco. . . . . One sharp pain in the stomach. . . . . .and in the ass.
Pull up the chair, open the drinks, pop the corn. How much are tickets?
March 28, 2016 at 11:46 pm
RayNAiken
” Blade: The rodeo clown is the most DANGEROUS job, ’cause he gets CLOSEST to the BULL. He gets the BEST of the BULL! HOOK to the left! HOOK to the right! And if the bull rider’s in trouble, he’s gotta protect him, even if it means gettin’ his ribs pulled out, or bein’ freight-trained…
Harry Monroe: Freight-trained?
Blade: Run over, just like a freight train, only with a bull, it’s worse, cause a freight train don’t BACK UP and FINISH the JOB. Later on I’ll show you how to lie out on the stretcher when the ambulance comes. ”
Quote from ‘Stir Crazy’
March 29, 2016 at 12:07 am
capn
I can arrange some folding chairs and popup umbrellas in trade for some of those cold ones …
This should be extremely “educational” for those city fellers and their silly “useful idiots”.
Ooohh Taaa-baaascoooo lookie what’s in your pasture. “snicker snicker”
March 29, 2016 at 12:11 am
Keith
A couple of years ago, a friend of mine ran with the bulls at Pamplona. I was asked by mutual friends if I was going to also. My response? “I am from Texas, I know you are not supposed to upset the livestock.”
March 29, 2016 at 12:52 am
capn
Chris,
Although I do get the double meaning on the current title, it is not really clear in the drawing but IF Tabasco is a bull perhaps the title could have been “Clearly Bulled Over”?
OT on an artistic note …
I wonder (aloud as it were) if I am the only one who see’s a remarkable likeness between Wade (from this angle) and the consummate comedian Emmett Kelly “Willie the Clown”?
Wades drooping ‘stache has the appearance of the sad clown mouth that Kelly used to use. I had noticed the resemblance before when the angle was as it is in this image.
“Thet ain’t good.” Dry humor as Kelly used with his mute Willie character perhaps?
Just an observation mind you …
Back to the topic at hand…
How are they going to get the protesters out of Tabasco’s hooves? A call to the Vet most likely.
March 29, 2016 at 12:54 am
NotYetInACamp
” I need a monster truck,” I said.
I was thinking so small. We may be in for a treat.
On the large ranch my family was associated with by friendship, Big Red was kept in a strong pasture several pastures away from the homes and Quonset huts and US 27. He would regularly break into other pastures when he felt like it. Only a few people could go near him, let alone in the pasture. Going back just to see him was a rarity. The same for his line of offspring over the years. This land is located West of Clewiston (Sugar City) on US 27. The rancher brought in Brahma bulls way back when and started breeding them with Angus in the 40’s and 50’s. Either the first or early on.
Drifting a bit. Back.
Tabasco. Much better than a monster truck.
Let the show and education of reality begin.
Yup, Clewiston “The sweetest town in the USA”, a true company town, built and supported by my alma mater US Sugar (although I worked at the Bryant Mill 20 miles northeast around the lip of the Big Lake, that’s where our house and Woolly Booger were). 27 slices right through Clewiston and the row of long Quonsets by the highway just north of town was the company’s Brahma breeding and show headquarters.
The all-time Brahma Champion breeder is acknowledged to be V8 Ranch near San Antone TX appropriately enough,but in no small part due to the research by and acquisition of Big Sugar’s program…”In the mid 1980s, we also acquired a significant group of cattle from the dispersal of the U.S. Sugar Corporation. As a student of Brahman, Jim had spent a lot of time with the USSC managers learning about their breeding program and history. When that herd dispersed, we purchased their top animals to incorporate into the V8 herd. This influx of U.S. Sugar genetics produced (+)Mr. V8 202/3, one of the breeds elite Vanguard sires, and the winningest Brahman bull of all time the United States. He is the breed’s only 3-time National Champion (1986-1987-1988) and 2-time International Champion (1987-1988).”
Dad was an ag tire salesman and some of my findest memories are of accompanying him on his sales trips and stopping in at those barns to wander down the center aisle with stalls on both sides occupied by gentle monsters like these:
Oh dear, the laughter, it hurts! This has all the indicators of something good!
March 29, 2016 at 1:47 am
Ed Woods
Back when I was working on the railroad I used to occasionally work a little branch line local. It ran up the bank of a small, wild river and served the needs of a little mill town in the middle of the run, a couple of grain and chip elevators, and the town at the end of the line. The old track was only good for 10 MPH with sections good to 15 MPH. There were several ranches along the way. About half way up this line was a luttle beef operation. There was a little grove of trees where a creek ran into the river. A good size red Angus bull hung out there. He was a real stud, now. He stuck to his little castle and let the girls come to him. When we came around the corner he would just lay there and watch us go by. One day we came around the curve and he was standing smack in the middle of the tracks. We were churning along about 15 MPH. When the cows got in front of us we usually popped them with a marble from the coffee can full we kept on the engine, using a wrist rocket. The old boy didn’t give us a chance. Evidently he was tired of our upstart crap, because he put his head down and charged straight into the front of the locomotive. He hit the drawbar square and solid. Broke his neck clean and put a sizable dent in his skull..
That little branch line is gone now, the mills are closed, the tracks and ties pulled up. It is now a hiking trail for people in expensive togs from big city stores, but I’ll always remember that old bull and how he stood his ground fearing nothing.
March 29, 2016 at 1:55 am
H_B
Y’know, in Arizona the “agitators” chained themselves to their vehicles and each other with steel cables so they couldn’t simply be pulled away by the police…
March 29, 2016 at 6:19 am
B Woodman
If they’re blocking the road, then get some husky men to push the cars off the road. Guarantee you won’t see so much scrambling to get unchained so quick.
March 29, 2016 at 6:48 am
eon
Bolt-cutters for the chains, tow trucks to impound for the vehicles, citations for obstructing a public thoroughfare for the “enlightened ones”. Plus record checks for wants, warrants, outstanding tickets, etc.
The law is a marvelous thing if you know how to use it
I was more thinking along the lines of “they won’t be able to get out of the way in time”.
March 29, 2016 at 2:06 am
jackdeth72
Pamploma comes to the Double D… In 3… 2… 1!
This could get right messy.
March 29, 2016 at 4:05 am
Tiger Tomcat
Particularly if Tabasco is eight to ten feet tween the points, and he like using a low hook maneuver.
March 29, 2016 at 2:21 am
Too Tall
I recall from yesterday ‘s strip that the protesters are between Zed and Sam, as well. It just plain s*cks to walk into a L-shaped ambush, particularly one that is in a “kill box.” Gives new meaning to the phrase “on the horns of a dilemma.”
March 29, 2016 at 4:09 am
jackdeth72
The smelly protesters would be “foist on their own petard”!
March 29, 2016 at 2:41 am
Saaruuk
*Prepares big ol’ tub of heavily buttered popcorn, an ice filled cooler full of pre-mixed Long Island Ice Tea and a chaise lounge…..stretches out and prepared for the show.* 😀
Ah, Trump derangement syndrome meets “Where’s the beef?”
“Think of it as evolution in action.”
March 29, 2016 at 4:44 am
MasterDiver
Call the forge. We’re going to need a whole bunch of Darwin Awards made up!
(Pops a lone Star and sets up the popper to make “Afterburners”(Popcorn popped with jalapenos, a favorite of the F-16 drivers in the VT Air Guard) in honor of Tabasco!
March 29, 2016 at 5:48 am
Bill G
Tabasco, there, is all it would take to put ‘paid’ to those paid protestors.
Trace back the bus that brought them out to find who is the paymaster and call 666-SHYSTER for someone to start suing.
March 29, 2016 at 6:43 am
GWB
Maybe Tabasco will get the bus, too? *shadenfreudistic grin*
March 29, 2016 at 6:52 am
eon
More likely the sheriff gets it. Trespassing, illegal parking, etc.
BTW, did you know that in most states, it’s illegal to drive a bus carrying passengers (even non-paying) without a CDL?
If there’s nobody there with the right “papers”, that’s another charge.
cheers
eon
March 29, 2016 at 8:01 am
B Woodman
I can just see this as well. No one of the paid protesters has ANY ID on them. So no ID, you’re not here, no one will miss you if you’re gone. hehehehe. No ID, must be an illegal. March them all to the border at gunpoint, MAKE them cross over into Mexico, and watch them as they keep on marching over the horizon. Let the Federales deal with them. Education, indeed.
Kidnapping? Evidence, please.
March 29, 2016 at 2:42 pm
Old Codger
I’d be concerned about the protesters having 666-SHYSTER on speed-dial. Something like that could get DAMNED expensive in a hurry!
March 29, 2016 at 7:15 am
tomstockton
Hey, sounds like the beginning of a new Texas tradition:
The First Annual DD Running of the Bull(s)”
I’d plunk down a few bucks to see that!
March 29, 2016 at 7:52 am
Unca Walt
Oh, deary dear. Chris brought back a funny-scary memory.
I was in Texas, quail hunting. Happily walking along… and there, between me and the fence, was a giant, snorting Longhorn.
Here he comes. Oh, jeez. There’s a tank there (pond). I start to run around it, but the bull is easily twice as fast as me.
A tree had fallen into the pond. I was about three tenths of a second ahead of the huge horn tip as it went by me climbing furiously out on the tree.
Fargin monster kept me there for two hours. 🙂
March 29, 2016 at 6:57 pm
eon
As a teen, I worked cattle for a neighbor on horseback for extra money. Horse named Scooter, very gentle Arabian. Resident bull named Junior, Angus crossbreed. Very placid as long as you didn’t mess with his cows.
One moonless night two wannabee rustlers thought they’d “requisition” some cattle. So, they got to the fence, began working on the gate. Guy climbs over, starts trying to use bolt cutters on the chain and lock.
‘whuff’
Looks behind him, doesn’t see anything. Then goes back to working on chain.
“WHUFF”
Looks again, finally looks down about ten degrees, sees black mass with two mean-looking eyes. Two feet from him.
That’s when the rodeo began. The sheriff had a hard time getting a coherent story out of him and his buddy, but the gist of it was Junior basically scratched his back on the front of the truck through the gate.
They did have to pay for the gate.
And bulls are smart, too. Unfortunately, cows are smart, too. Watch a cow charge; she keeps her head up until the very last second to target accurately. Then after going over the target, often turns and does a buck-and-wing on top of it to make sure it stays down.
One time I was on Scooter, with Junior close by, when a thunderstorm came up. Cattle don’t like thunderstorms and there were about 40 cows there, several very close to dropping calves, so they were in a bad mood anyway.
First crack of thunder, they start the jittery mooing. Anybody who knows cattle knows what comes next.
I swear, Scooter and Junior both looked at me, and I knew they were saying, “You do realize we’re outnumbered, don’t you?”
We got them into the corral. No injuries. Considerable perspiration.
Too bad we can’t film this in reality with real protestors and a live bull. Talk about Youtube viral! I bet even their mothers would watch and laugh.
March 29, 2016 at 8:23 am
JcTPatriot
Heh heh. “Ding Ding”. Started my day with a smile.
March 29, 2016 at 8:30 am
OpenTheDoor
I have that “Whuff before. Coupla years ago I rounded the corner to my garden and saw the massive head of a Brahma bull rise up out of the green beens I had interrupted his eating. Even the dog stood and stared where he was.
The giant swung his head around, eyed us both, turned and cleared a 48” hog wire fence like you stepping into the shower. It had escaped from the Rancharito down the road. Why is it whenever Mexicans get a little land they put up a stone gate? Trump is right, they need a wall, it’s their culture, let them build it.
The dog looked up at me with a grin, I could hear him say, “We showed him boss !”.
March 29, 2016 at 8:44 am
Big Jim
And don’t forget the inevitable pre-arranged “news” teams; might be fun to see cameras and antenna-trucks on the “horns of a dilemma”…….
As an aside: Chris, I had to take the cartoon off the front of HotGas because of SSL errors… Is there any known fix for that?
March 29, 2016 at 9:25 am
Chris Muir
http://thedrawncutlass.blogspot.com this reader has it up;not sure why you can’t.The embed code is on the dbd menu bar up top (embed) I’ll look into this.
March 29, 2016 at 5:21 pm
richard mcenroe
Good thing you didn’t name that steer “The Big Lewandowski”…*g*
March 29, 2016 at 5:24 pm
richard mcenroe
They have an annual parade of Longhorns up the road from us in Banderas. Some of those beasts have horns over six feet wide.
People actually ride them. I have a picture somewhere of a little girl, maybe five years old, in full cowgirl costume to include Daddy’s Stetson, perched on Ol’ Lonesome’s back, just about lost between the longhorn and the hat, reins in hand. Not really sure Ol’ Lonesome even knows she’s there.
March 29, 2016 at 7:50 pm
Ann
When I was young, we moved to Texas and Dad put some cows on the place, then he borrowed a huge bull from a rodeo string. Huge, Brahma mix, mean looking. He handled our cows then visited the neighbor’s heifer pasture. But the big guy would jump the fence into the back yard and my mother, who is perhaps 5’2″ and rather tiny, would get mad, go out onto the porch, shake her fist and yell, “Get back in the pasture!” and the bull always obeyed her. Wise bull, only a total idiot ignores my mother when she is angry.
March 29, 2016 at 8:09 pm
Skip1976DAAP
Today’s strip reminds me of when I was much younger. I asked one of my girl friends to go to a costume party with me. We went as a cow, me in the front and her in the back. I was late picking her up so we decided to cross a pasture to the party.
About half way across the pasture a bull started running towards us. She said what are we going to do? I said, I am going to stop, bend over and pretend like I am eating grass, ‘I think you had better brace yourself!’
Those are some lame Progs if they can’t chant any better than that. Should be “Hey, Hey, Ho, Ho, Donald Trump Has Got To Go!” if they’re truly channeling Guthrie-ites in the approved rhythm. Must be a bunch of illiterates….heheheheh…(And no, I’m not anti-Trump)
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The badge! The badge! Show him the badge!
QUICK!
Let’s see if that “Bull Crossing” Sign works!!!
Chris, for what it’s worth you have put a smile on my face.
Yup, I like the direction this is heading…
How soon before we see: #Don’t Broker Me Bro!
Hoo baby, a big old Longhorn named Tabasco, and I’ve got a feeling some paid protest pods are about to find out what both those names mean. Loose the bulls!
I thought the lead COW wore a bell so the dairymen could find the herd – not the bull, who usually stays in a separate pasture…
“Show him your badge! Show him your badge!” 😉
well, if it’s “season” the cow gets to meet the bull…
That also means he’s EXTRA displeased with the interruptions…
Whole ‘nother purpose to *this* bell…
I grew up along the shore of Lake Okeechobee where our rented house was surrounded by a small, about 12-15 acre pasture where the landlord (a big boss at US Sugar) kept his little hobby herd, maybe 20-25 mixed breed cows lorded over by Ol’ Wooly Booger*.
See, USSC in addition to its cane plantations and mills was at that time a major player in the champion Brahma Bull world, with operations in Australia, Costa Rica, and right there on the Big O. They did some breeding experiments too, and Wooly was a hu-mon-gous Brahma/Angus mix…a Brangus, and he was one mean ol’ sumbitch. Get into *his* pasture, especially anywhere near *his* cows, and your life was truly in danger. No horns, just a huge curly-maned head, with shoulders and chest like a double or triple sized buffalo. And he was fast; he could be on you all the way from the other side of the pasture before you knew it, so you had better stay within a few yards of the board ‘n barbwahr fence, which he could have easily ran right through, but he knew his domain was inside its borders and you were safe if you stayed outside.
So Mr. Stacy put a big old cowbell on Wooly Booger as a warning for us five yard apes, and when you playing ball or whatever in that pasture and had your back turned and you heard that thing clanging, you better drop everything and head for that fence as fast as you could go. Only Mr. Stacy dared stand up to that bull, he was a huge man and he carried a big lead pipe with him when he was out of the truck; I think that bought him some mutual respect from Wooly, even though he could have easily stomped him down. I saw the bull prove that point one time when Mr. Stacy drove his company truck into the pasture and the bull did not like that one bit, so he butted that truck head on and it seemed like lifted the front wheels up off the ground, then rammed it from the side caving in the whole side of that new chevy truck (like I said though, Stacy was a big shot and he had a new truck I think the very next day).
Anyway. A bell on a big ol’ bull has a very practical purpose, and those hippies had better heed its warning.
*Named by my Dad for his mean massive curly-headed countenance way before I had heard of the song…we lived out there when I was 8 til 12, 1963-68, not sure when the song came out or if my dad knew of it then, but it sure seemed to fit ol’ Wooly.
“Wooly Bully” by Sam the Sham and the Pharoahs came out in 1965. I graduated grammar school that year and wore an itchy wool jacket to the event, so it’s fixed in my mind.
So my Dad was ahead of his time! That old song sure was appropriate for Wooly Booger though, and I can’t hear it without reliving some good times in my mind. 🙂 Found a youtube clip:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OcguLZaMelE
I grew up on a farm with a bull. This will be……..heheheheheh….educational.
And just like a locomotive, that ringing bell means a train’s coming……
Springtime on the prairie, when a young bull’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of … trampling the living bull crap out of those useless whiners. Who couldn’t even write a good protest chant, BTW. It doesn’t even scan, FCOL.
“Who couldn’t even write a good protest chant, BTW. It doesn’t even scan,”
Been thinkin’ that m’self for a coupla days. Those yahoos are so plumb eat up with the dumbs they can’t even protest right. It OUGHT to be:
“Hey, hey, ho, ho
DONALD Trump has got to go!”
Today’s leftists can’t get ANYTHING right.
Giggle. As I’ve said before, I love a good play on words. “Today’s leftists can’t get ANYTHING right.”
And therein lies the problem.
Kids today. I couldn’t even get a good chant of “Hey, hey, Obamay! How many kids did you kill today?” Line dancers have more rhythm.
Tabasco??? Excuse me whilst I giggle… Y’all start making popcorn, I’ll go fetch the quarter keg. This is gonna be more fun than a barrel of halfwitted monkeys on acid. Get the pay-per-view rights, make a mint…
Tequila to kill the pain of watching useful idiots receiving the natural affectionate amorous attentions of a pissed off creature of God.
Oh hell no. I want to be fully awake and aware while watching these Libtards get their asses handed to them. Let the Libtards provide their own tequila. That is, if they can afford any. The price per shot from my bottle just went up.
(I’m a BIG believer in free market supply and demand capitalism)
Need the cactus juice to kill the pain from the pulled muscles from laughing so hard. It’s not for the idiots. They need to learn from the experience.
Might take a few additional trips with Tabasco to ram the point home for some.
Does Wade have some head butting rams around…
Thank you, Pamela. I concede your point. But only as an after-event medicinal.
Somebody has to say it: “That’s a lot of bull!”
Go get’em Tabasco!
Ya mess with the bull, you get the horns!
This will not end well for the protesters.
For the rest of us, it will be hilarious…
This.
Please, pleeeze! Can we see a protestor butt riding on each horn?
Never saw a longhorn attack. If it’s anything like a Cape Buffalo, I almost pity the fools. Those buff plow a man into the ground. Then, tap dance on the remains.
Almost. . . . .
Yup, then stand there and stare at the torn meat to see if moves…
Longhorns do the “flip”. Sort of like a Spanish fighting bull (which is in fact a close relative of the TL).
Evolutionary “learning”; the purpose vs. another bull, etc., is to horn him in the gut with the upsweep of the rack in a “T-bone” attack. The “20th Century Limited” charge is to build up momentum for the hit. (Unlike a cavalry horse, a bull doesn’t need to be taught to “charge”.)
The running of the bull won’t just be at Pamplona this year.
cheers
eon
The Spanish army in Pamplona specializes in puncture wounds.
Hospital, sorry.
Tobasco. . . . . One sharp pain in the stomach. . . . . .and in the ass.
Pull up the chair, open the drinks, pop the corn. How much are tickets?
” Blade: The rodeo clown is the most DANGEROUS job, ’cause he gets CLOSEST to the BULL. He gets the BEST of the BULL! HOOK to the left! HOOK to the right! And if the bull rider’s in trouble, he’s gotta protect him, even if it means gettin’ his ribs pulled out, or bein’ freight-trained…
Harry Monroe: Freight-trained?
Blade: Run over, just like a freight train, only with a bull, it’s worse, cause a freight train don’t BACK UP and FINISH the JOB. Later on I’ll show you how to lie out on the stretcher when the ambulance comes. ”
Quote from ‘Stir Crazy’
I can arrange some folding chairs and popup umbrellas in trade for some of those cold ones …
This should be extremely “educational” for those city fellers and their silly “useful idiots”.
Ooohh Taaa-baaascoooo lookie what’s in your pasture. “snicker snicker”
A couple of years ago, a friend of mine ran with the bulls at Pamplona. I was asked by mutual friends if I was going to also. My response? “I am from Texas, I know you are not supposed to upset the livestock.”
Chris,
Although I do get the double meaning on the current title, it is not really clear in the drawing but IF Tabasco is a bull perhaps the title could have been “Clearly Bulled Over”?
OT on an artistic note …
I wonder (aloud as it were) if I am the only one who see’s a remarkable likeness between Wade (from this angle) and the consummate comedian Emmett Kelly “Willie the Clown”?
Wades drooping ‘stache has the appearance of the sad clown mouth that Kelly used to use. I had noticed the resemblance before when the angle was as it is in this image.
“Thet ain’t good.” Dry humor as Kelly used with his mute Willie character perhaps?
Just an observation mind you …
Back to the topic at hand…
How are they going to get the protesters out of Tabasco’s hooves? A call to the Vet most likely.
” I need a monster truck,” I said.
I was thinking so small. We may be in for a treat.
On the large ranch my family was associated with by friendship, Big Red was kept in a strong pasture several pastures away from the homes and Quonset huts and US 27. He would regularly break into other pastures when he felt like it. Only a few people could go near him, let alone in the pasture. Going back just to see him was a rarity. The same for his line of offspring over the years. This land is located West of Clewiston (Sugar City) on US 27. The rancher brought in Brahma bulls way back when and started breeding them with Angus in the 40’s and 50’s. Either the first or early on.
Drifting a bit. Back.
Tabasco. Much better than a monster truck.
Let the show and education of reality begin.
Yup, Clewiston “The sweetest town in the USA”, a true company town, built and supported by my alma mater US Sugar (although I worked at the Bryant Mill 20 miles northeast around the lip of the Big Lake, that’s where our house and Woolly Booger were). 27 slices right through Clewiston and the row of long Quonsets by the highway just north of town was the company’s Brahma breeding and show headquarters.
The all-time Brahma Champion breeder is acknowledged to be V8 Ranch near San Antone TX appropriately enough,but in no small part due to the research by and acquisition of Big Sugar’s program…”In the mid 1980s, we also acquired a significant group of cattle from the dispersal of the U.S. Sugar Corporation. As a student of Brahman, Jim had spent a lot of time with the USSC managers learning about their breeding program and history. When that herd dispersed, we purchased their top animals to incorporate into the V8 herd. This influx of U.S. Sugar genetics produced (+)Mr. V8 202/3, one of the breeds elite Vanguard sires, and the winningest Brahman bull of all time the United States. He is the breed’s only 3-time National Champion (1986-1987-1988) and 2-time International Champion (1987-1988).”
Dad was an ag tire salesman and some of my findest memories are of accompanying him on his sales trips and stopping in at those barns to wander down the center aisle with stalls on both sides occupied by gentle monsters like these:
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whereas ol’ Wooly Booger was a Brahma/Angus cross like this:
https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSOdkRGR_mf8nYKlbCLjJreQAF21unRpvJkIhK023mRcicTN_3Azg
Just a vestigial Brahma hump, but more massive front quarter, and with that curly forelock on his head, from whence he got his name.
Oh dear, the laughter, it hurts! This has all the indicators of something good!
Back when I was working on the railroad I used to occasionally work a little branch line local. It ran up the bank of a small, wild river and served the needs of a little mill town in the middle of the run, a couple of grain and chip elevators, and the town at the end of the line. The old track was only good for 10 MPH with sections good to 15 MPH. There were several ranches along the way. About half way up this line was a luttle beef operation. There was a little grove of trees where a creek ran into the river. A good size red Angus bull hung out there. He was a real stud, now. He stuck to his little castle and let the girls come to him. When we came around the corner he would just lay there and watch us go by. One day we came around the curve and he was standing smack in the middle of the tracks. We were churning along about 15 MPH. When the cows got in front of us we usually popped them with a marble from the coffee can full we kept on the engine, using a wrist rocket. The old boy didn’t give us a chance. Evidently he was tired of our upstart crap, because he put his head down and charged straight into the front of the locomotive. He hit the drawbar square and solid. Broke his neck clean and put a sizable dent in his skull..
That little branch line is gone now, the mills are closed, the tracks and ties pulled up. It is now a hiking trail for people in expensive togs from big city stores, but I’ll always remember that old bull and how he stood his ground fearing nothing.
Y’know, in Arizona the “agitators” chained themselves to their vehicles and each other with steel cables so they couldn’t simply be pulled away by the police…
If they’re blocking the road, then get some husky men to push the cars off the road. Guarantee you won’t see so much scrambling to get unchained so quick.
Bolt-cutters for the chains, tow trucks to impound for the vehicles, citations for obstructing a public thoroughfare for the “enlightened ones”. Plus record checks for wants, warrants, outstanding tickets, etc.
The law is a marvelous thing if you know how to use it
clear ether
eon
Any Tabasco without warrants are sure to take a ride anyway:
http://statelaws.findlaw.com/texas-law/texas-marijuana-laws.html
Even a jay will get ’em locked up, and there’s prob’ly enough weed among ’em for a man-min trafficking charge
Any Tabasco *survivors*, dang it…
I was more thinking along the lines of “they won’t be able to get out of the way in time”.
Pamploma comes to the Double D… In 3… 2… 1!
This could get right messy.
Particularly if Tabasco is eight to ten feet tween the points, and he like using a low hook maneuver.
I recall from yesterday ‘s strip that the protesters are between Zed and Sam, as well. It just plain s*cks to walk into a L-shaped ambush, particularly one that is in a “kill box.” Gives new meaning to the phrase “on the horns of a dilemma.”
The smelly protesters would be “foist on their own petard”!
*Prepares big ol’ tub of heavily buttered popcorn, an ice filled cooler full of pre-mixed Long Island Ice Tea and a chaise lounge…..stretches out and prepared for the show.* 😀
MORE COWBELL!!! OLÉ!
Ah, Trump derangement syndrome meets “Where’s the beef?”
“Think of it as evolution in action.”
Call the forge. We’re going to need a whole bunch of Darwin Awards made up!
(Pops a lone Star and sets up the popper to make “Afterburners”(Popcorn popped with jalapenos, a favorite of the F-16 drivers in the VT Air Guard) in honor of Tabasco!
Tabasco, there, is all it would take to put ‘paid’ to those paid protestors.
Trace back the bus that brought them out to find who is the paymaster and call 666-SHYSTER for someone to start suing.
Maybe Tabasco will get the bus, too? *shadenfreudistic grin*
More likely the sheriff gets it. Trespassing, illegal parking, etc.
BTW, did you know that in most states, it’s illegal to drive a bus carrying passengers (even non-paying) without a CDL?
If there’s nobody there with the right “papers”, that’s another charge.
cheers
eon
I can just see this as well. No one of the paid protesters has ANY ID on them. So no ID, you’re not here, no one will miss you if you’re gone. hehehehe. No ID, must be an illegal. March them all to the border at gunpoint, MAKE them cross over into Mexico, and watch them as they keep on marching over the horizon. Let the Federales deal with them. Education, indeed.
Kidnapping? Evidence, please.
I’d be concerned about the protesters having 666-SHYSTER on speed-dial. Something like that could get DAMNED expensive in a hurry!
Hey, sounds like the beginning of a new Texas tradition:
The First Annual DD Running of the Bull(s)”
I’d plunk down a few bucks to see that!
Oh, deary dear. Chris brought back a funny-scary memory.
I was in Texas, quail hunting. Happily walking along… and there, between me and the fence, was a giant, snorting Longhorn.
Here he comes. Oh, jeez. There’s a tank there (pond). I start to run around it, but the bull is easily twice as fast as me.
A tree had fallen into the pond. I was about three tenths of a second ahead of the huge horn tip as it went by me climbing furiously out on the tree.
Fargin monster kept me there for two hours. 🙂
As a teen, I worked cattle for a neighbor on horseback for extra money. Horse named Scooter, very gentle Arabian. Resident bull named Junior, Angus crossbreed. Very placid as long as you didn’t mess with his cows.
One moonless night two wannabee rustlers thought they’d “requisition” some cattle. So, they got to the fence, began working on the gate. Guy climbs over, starts trying to use bolt cutters on the chain and lock.
‘whuff’
Looks behind him, doesn’t see anything. Then goes back to working on chain.
“WHUFF”
Looks again, finally looks down about ten degrees, sees black mass with two mean-looking eyes. Two feet from him.
That’s when the rodeo began. The sheriff had a hard time getting a coherent story out of him and his buddy, but the gist of it was Junior basically scratched his back on the front of the truck through the gate.
They did have to pay for the gate.
And bulls are smart, too. Unfortunately, cows are smart, too. Watch a cow charge; she keeps her head up until the very last second to target accurately. Then after going over the target, often turns and does a buck-and-wing on top of it to make sure it stays down.
One time I was on Scooter, with Junior close by, when a thunderstorm came up. Cattle don’t like thunderstorms and there were about 40 cows there, several very close to dropping calves, so they were in a bad mood anyway.
First crack of thunder, they start the jittery mooing. Anybody who knows cattle knows what comes next.
I swear, Scooter and Junior both looked at me, and I knew they were saying, “You do realize we’re outnumbered, don’t you?”
We got them into the corral. No injuries. Considerable perspiration.
Hey, back then, we had fun.
cheers
eon
Too bad we can’t film this in reality with real protestors and a live bull. Talk about Youtube viral! I bet even their mothers would watch and laugh.
Heh heh. “Ding Ding”. Started my day with a smile.
I have that “Whuff before. Coupla years ago I rounded the corner to my garden and saw the massive head of a Brahma bull rise up out of the green beens I had interrupted his eating. Even the dog stood and stared where he was.
The giant swung his head around, eyed us both, turned and cleared a 48” hog wire fence like you stepping into the shower. It had escaped from the Rancharito down the road. Why is it whenever Mexicans get a little land they put up a stone gate? Trump is right, they need a wall, it’s their culture, let them build it.
The dog looked up at me with a grin, I could hear him say, “We showed him boss !”.
And don’t forget the inevitable pre-arranged “news” teams; might be fun to see cameras and antenna-trucks on the “horns of a dilemma”…….
Uh oh, Soros is here!
As an aside: Chris, I had to take the cartoon off the front of HotGas because of SSL errors… Is there any known fix for that?
http://thedrawncutlass.blogspot.com this reader has it up;not sure why you can’t.The embed code is on the dbd menu bar up top (embed) I’ll look into this.
Good thing you didn’t name that steer “The Big Lewandowski”…*g*
They have an annual parade of Longhorns up the road from us in Banderas. Some of those beasts have horns over six feet wide.
People actually ride them. I have a picture somewhere of a little girl, maybe five years old, in full cowgirl costume to include Daddy’s Stetson, perched on Ol’ Lonesome’s back, just about lost between the longhorn and the hat, reins in hand. Not really sure Ol’ Lonesome even knows she’s there.
When I was young, we moved to Texas and Dad put some cows on the place, then he borrowed a huge bull from a rodeo string. Huge, Brahma mix, mean looking. He handled our cows then visited the neighbor’s heifer pasture. But the big guy would jump the fence into the back yard and my mother, who is perhaps 5’2″ and rather tiny, would get mad, go out onto the porch, shake her fist and yell, “Get back in the pasture!” and the bull always obeyed her. Wise bull, only a total idiot ignores my mother when she is angry.
Today’s strip reminds me of when I was much younger. I asked one of my girl friends to go to a costume party with me. We went as a cow, me in the front and her in the back. I was late picking her up so we decided to cross a pasture to the party.
About half way across the pasture a bull started running towards us. She said what are we going to do? I said, I am going to stop, bend over and pretend like I am eating grass, ‘I think you had better brace yourself!’
Tabasco. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Those are some lame Progs if they can’t chant any better than that. Should be “Hey, Hey, Ho, Ho, Donald Trump Has Got To Go!” if they’re truly channeling Guthrie-ites in the approved rhythm. Must be a bunch of illiterates….heheheheh…(And no, I’m not anti-Trump)