The bull has been tamed. We didn’t need to grab it by the
horns. It just stayed where it was supposed to. Getting the girls to stay on
the buffalo and look at the camera at the same time was a completely different story.
They were too focused on holding on or falling off. I couldn’t stop laughing as
every time we placed them on one side, they slid off the other. This was still
at the tee-off stage of the trail, and we had a long of exploring still to do. I
wonder how long the lad on the left had been waiting and whether he had anyone
else with him to pull the rope for him. He probably feels as deflated as the
bull in the evenings. Sorry fella, I’ve got my hands full. I can’t have a pop
at you, but someone who turns up in high heels probably would.
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