Of course, Belgrade residents were making money betting on Corbett, selling liquor, and--as a local doctor observed--repairing broken bones.
Lou's pants caught on the saddled horn. They were badly torn so he had to make for the tall grass to keep out of sight of the Sunday School crowd."
"This here Belgrade bull had throwed an average of two to ten cowpunchers every day of the week, not barrin’ Sundays."
I became interested in the Belgrade Bull when Ann Butterfield showed me a letter she found in the research collections of the Pioneer Museum in Bozeman. Ann, who is associate director of the museum, thought maybe I could write an article based on it. I love piecing together stories out of the detritus of the … Continue reading The Belgrade Bull 1: That Bucking Son of a Milk Cow