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  • The Belgrade Bull 4: Corbett Throws All Challengers — Maybe

    Pres Johnston Sketch

    After the Johnston brothers “discovered” The Belgrade’s Bull’s bucking prowess, they bought him and launched his rodeo career. At first, Corbett took on challengers on Sunday afternoons in Belgrade giving the town a circus atmosphere. Then he took to the road performing in cities across southwest Montana.

    To read the story beginning with Part 1, click here.

    The Belgrade Bull, Part 4.


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    The Johnston brothers named the bull “Corbett” after the world heavy weight boxing champion and began taking bets on him. They took up collections from Belgrade residents to make up the $25 purse they offered and never had trouble raising the money. Of course the residents were making money by betting, selling liquor, and—as a local doctor who was a regular contributor observed—repairing broken bones.

    The first man to ride Corbett in Belgrade was Bill Sitton. Sitton rode with a double cinch that kept the bull from arching his back. That meant he couldn’t make his best jumps so the Johnstons barred such equipment.

    Next up was John “Kid” Kelly from Fort Ellis. Kelly got the bull saddled and signaled that he was ready to go. The man who was supposed to remove the bull’s blindfold botched the job so the bull couldn’t see. Corbett bucked and then ran into a nearby wagon that spectators were using as a viewing platform. When the bull crashed into the wagon, he stopped and Kelly got off. The Johnston brothers decided Kelly technically had met the rules, which said a man had to ride until the bull stopped. Although nobody considered it a fair ride, the Johnstons gave Kelly the $25 prize. Pres Johnston said it was the only time they paid.

    Men began coming from all over a hundred mile radius to ride the bull and prove their prowess, but Corbett bucked all of them off. The Bozeman Courier joked that the Johnston brothers had made so much money betting on their bull that they planned to start a bank or build a railroad

    In December 1893, the Bozeman Chronicle reported that a cowboy named “Starchy” had ridden the bull and won the purse. Apparently they were referring to George “Starkey” Teeples, a cowboy who owned a ranch in Carbon County. Pres Johnston makes no mention of Steeples in his letters. Will Everson said that Steeples used hobbled stirrups (stirrups that were tied together under the bull’s belly), an arrangement that wasn’t allowed.

    Corbett’s fame spread and by the summer of 1894 he could draw a crowd wherever he went. Perhaps his largest audience was at the July 4 celebration in Bozeman where he had a conspicuous place in the parade where he marched placidly down the crowded street. In the afternoon, 5,000 people came to watch him but it was difficult to find challengers. Finally two men, named Sam Brumfield and John Foster mounted the bull and got themselves thrown.

    In August, a union in Anaconda agreed to pay expenses so Corbett could participate in a Labor Day celebration there. The Anaconda Standard reported that when the bull was led onto the baseball ground where several thousand people waited “he appeared so good natured and easy going and wore an expression of contentedness that applications to ride were made by several persons.” The first up was Martin Johnson who the Standard called “the iceman” apparently because he was in the refrigeration business. Corbett baulked at being saddled and wouldn’t let Johnson mount. Finally the iceman decided to drop onto the bull from above. When Johnson hit Corbett’s back, a chute man released him. The bull jumped 12 feet into the air, arched his back and sent Johnson sprawling several yards away. The Standard reported that the audience laughed and yelled itself hoarse. A man named John Brass who worked at the Standard Brick Works tried next. Corbett threw him on the third jump.

    Two weeks later Corbett went to a fair in Butte where he sent a man named Jim Radford into a full somersault and threw a man called “Mormon Ben” on the second jump.

    Six days later, Corbett was in Helena where Pres Johnston said nobody was willing to give him a try. The Helena newspapers, however, reported that two men tried—and one of them succeeded. The Helena Herald said a cowboy from Fort Benton won a $200 prize for riding the bull, The Helena Independent said that after several men attempted to ride, “a local ranchman” named Joe Kirkwood stepped forward. “When all was ready, the Helena man jumped lightly into saddle and the circus began. The bull arched his back and gave a succession of jumps. He pranced around and bucked in his best style, but when he got through his performance, much to his chagrin, the man, like the stars and stripes, was ‘still there.’”

    The newspaper reports can’t be reconciled with Pres Johnson’s statement in that Corbett’s reputation preceded him to Helena and “no man tried to ride him.” Perhaps the most weight should be given to the newspapers contemporaneous reports. After all, Johnston’s denial appeared in a letter published in the Bozeman Courier in 1948—more than 50 years after the events in question. Also, as will be described in the section on the Jake Smith controversy below, the events in Helena are even more complicated.

    After the events in Helena, the Johnstons sold Corbett to Charles Beveridge and Donald Davenport, two Helena businessmen who were starting a wild west show. The Johnstons got $300 for the bull and $50 for ‘young Corbett,’ a calf that Corbett had sired and Pres had trained as a bucker.

    The show hired John Mardis of Bozeman and his duties included caring for Corbett. When Mardis retuned home he reported what happened to the show, and the bull.

    The Beveridge-Davenport show went to Peoria to train, then began a tour of the East and Southeast. The Bull Durham Tobacco Company presented the bull with a blanket.  On the tour, Mardis said, only two men tried to ride the bull. Both were thrown.

    The show went broke in Indiana and Corbett was sold there to a farmer who apparently planned to use him as a herd bull.

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    — To see the next Installment: “The Jake Ross Controversy.” Sixty years after the bucking stopped an old cowboy’s obituary relaunches the legend of Corbett, The Belgrade Bull, click here,

    — To see all of the stories about Corbett, The Belgrade Bull, click on “Belgrade Bull” under “Categories” in the column to the right.

    — Illustration from the Pioneer Museum of Bozeman.

  • The Belgrade Bull 2: A Local Legend Goes National

    When writer Emerson Hough visited Montana in 1910, he must have heard tales of Corbett, The Belgrade Bull, in cowboy bars everywhere. The facts don’t matter much in such places, but that didn’t bother Hough.  He knew a good story when he heard one.  And so did the editors of the Saturday Evening Post. “The Belgrade Bull,” Part 2.

    To read the story beginning with Part 1, click here.

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    Corbett’s reputation as a bucker went national in 1910 when he became the subject of a feature article in the Saturday Evening Post.

    The article was written by then prominent novelist Emerson Hough, who attributed the story to a worn-out cowboy named “Curley.” Here some of Curley’s story:

    “You’ve heard of the Belgrade Bull, haven’t you?” Curly asked suddenly. I nodded. What western man hasn’t heard of that historic brute, whose history is one long record of dismantled cowpunchers who thought they could ride anything with hair? …

    “There was maybe one or two fakes of that same name,” added Curley reminiscently. …. “But the real old Simon-pure, North American, eighteen-carat, gold-filed Belgrade Bull was owned by a man named Kid Johnson. He didn’t have no mine nor ranch nor nothin’. That one little, ornery, undersized black-and-white bull—a cross between a Jersey and a Galloway—furnished him with all the income he needed, and all the sport besides. He just run the saloon and gamblin’ place a sort of a incidental amusement.

    “His real means of livelihood was that same critter that he kept out in the corral. The duty of the saloon porter was to git up every mornin’ about four or five and chase that bull around the corral a couple hours or so. That way he was hard as nails, all the same time, playful as a kitten—though he didn’t look it—and able to jump a ten-foot fence any time he wanted to. Buck! Pitch? No, he didn’t buck. He wouldn’t do anything as low down and commonplace as that there. They ain’t no real name for what he done.

    “This here Kid Johnson goes into this little town of Belgrade, up here in Montana, north of here, aleadin’ this cow critter on a string. After he got his red eye joint started up and his corral fixed, he hangs out a notice sayin’ that cowpunchers and others is plumb welcome and can git any kind of game they like. When the word got out that there was a new game, and that this here speckled bull was the king card in Kid Johnson’s layout, the cowpunchers from both sides of the place and five hundred miles up and down the range—why they broke their necks to git in first to take money away Kid Johnson. Now it wasn’t so much money they was after, though the Kid didn’t turn down any sized bets that come, as it was a matter of professional pride; because right soon the news got out on the range that this here Belgrade bull had throwed an average of two to ten cowpunchers every day of the week, not barrin’ Sundays, and some of them was the best riders that ever throwed a rope.

    “Businesses all over the upper-range country just come to a stop. There wasn’t no self-respectin’ cow camp that wouldn’t head right for Belgrade as soon as they got their beef cuts done. Ranch owners, foremen, punchers, everybody—they come, I say, five or six hundred miles to go against the game just for sake of the cause. It slow’ded up the cattle business some, but it was fine for Belgrade while it lasted. Every day in Belgrade was circus day.”

    Apparently Curley was prone to exaggeration and was not overly concerned with factual detail. The bull was owned by Alva and Preston Johnston (Johnston, with a “T”), and neither one of them was called “Kid.” Judging from his black-and-white markings, the bull almost certainly was Holstein. Doubtless the Johnston brothers made a lot of money betting on Corbett, but he was hardly their sole source of support; they owned a livery stable in Belgrade and ran a lucrative threshing business. They did not own a saloon.

    But Curley did capture the mood of the times when Corbett dominated attention in Belgrade. While the Johnston brothers didn’t have Corbett to buck every day, they did schedule rides every time a challenger stepped up, usually on Sunday afternoons. Belgrade did take on a circus atmosphere on those afternoons, and the brothers did make a bundle of money betting.

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    — To see the next installment, “Sunday School Girls Meet the Threshing Crew Riders,”  The true story of  how Corbett the Belgrade Bull got his start, click here.

    — To see all of the stories about Corbett, The Belgrade Bull, click on “Belgrade Bull” under “Categories” in the column to the right.

    —Illustration from the Saturday Evening Post, September 10, 1910.

  • The Belgrade Bull 1: That Bucking Son of a Milk Cow

    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 past, so I decided to give it a try.

    The bull has been legendary in the southwest Montana town of Belgrade for more than a hundred years and soon I was buried under a treasure trove of newspaper clippings, letters and reminiscences. From them, I assembled an article that was published in the Spring 2009 issue of  The Pioneer Museum Quarterly.

    Ann gave me permission to share it on my blog, but it’s too long for a single post so I’ll present it in installments.  The Belgrade Bull, Part 1.

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    Mention of the famous Belgrade Bull can still prompt passionate debate among fans of rodeo history—and it’s been more than a century since that son of a milk cow dumped dozens of cowboys in the dirt. In addition to his alliterative name, he had several characteristics that make him the stuff of legend. He had a gentle disposition and could be led down a crowded parade route on a thin rope. But the moment a cowboy climbed on his back, he became a bucking machine that no man could ride. Or did a few men succeed? Should Starkey Teeples’ ride with a rigged saddle count? How about Bill Sitton’s ride with a double-chinch?  Or John “Kid” Kelly’s ride when the bull was blindfolded? Were newspaper reports that Joe Kirkwood rode him to a standstill true? Most important, where did Jake Ross get his medal that said he rode the Belgrade Bull?

    The bull was born in 1889 on the Jim Ballard ranch on Dry Creek north of town. His pedigree is unknown but his mother was a milk cow and he bore the black-and-white markings of the Holstein dairy breed. A dairy cow gives more milk than a calf needs, so the bull probably was taken from his mother at birth and raised by hand. Bucket fed calves naturally bond with their human caretakers. In fact, the Belgrade Bull was noted for his genteel disposition.

    When the bull was weaned, Jim Ballard’s neighbor, Annie Miller, bought him. She apparently planned to use him to sire a whole herd of black and white dairy cows. She called him “Jim Ballard” or more likely, “that Ballard Bull.” When the Johnston brothers, Pres and Al, bought the bull they named him “Corbett” after the heavyweight boxer, “Gentleman Jim” Corbett who won the national championship with his “scientific” style of boxing. That was appropriate—people said Corbett, the Belgrade Bull, used the scientific method to throw his riders. Will Everson, a Montana newspaperman described Corbett’s bucking style:

    “Corbett is a ‘curve pitcher’ all right—and with a hump in his back that makes the saddle look undecided, and a bound skyward that makes the rider think of heaven, home, and mother—he rolls his hide until saddle and rider take a position at right angles to the original one.

    “Then the bull throws his head around and gives the rider that sort of where-have-I-met-you-look. And while the victim yet gazes and guesses, Corbett gets in his ‘beautiful curve.’ With a swish of this tail, he straightens his body and gives his height prodigious roll. This sends the saddle and rider spinning over to the other side with a momentum that carries them nearly under his belly. Anon he strikes the earth with a sharp, sudden shock, and for a moment seems to stand on the point of his nose, with his tail straight in the air.

    “If the rider is not ‘sent to the grass’ by the first buck, the bull continues, constantly adding new and different variations while in mid-air. Three, four, or five jumps usually does away with the most experienced bronco riders, and six is the most that he has ever done with a ‘clean saddle.’”

    Pres Johnston, who managed Corbett during his bucking exhibitions, said that as soon as the rider was off his back, Corbett resumed his friendly disposition

    “After he threw his rider, he would stop and come up to me, as I would have a piece of bread or some biscuits for him. He liked them very much. When he was out running loose in town, some women would go out to their gate and call him to feed him some bread. He would come on the run when they would hello, “Come Corbett.” He knew his name.”

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    — To see the next installment, “A Local Legend Goes National” In 1910 a worn-out cowboy named “Curley” told Corbett’s story in a feature article in the Saturday Evening Post.  Curly was prone to exaggeration and not obsessed with accuracy, click here.

    — To see all of the stories about Corbett, The Belgrade Bull, click on “Belgrade Bull” under “Categories” in the column to the right.

    —Illustration from the Saturday Evening Post, September 10, 1910.