Mike Capron’s Tales of Texas

My first trip to south Texas I saw a man get bucked off into a patch of prickly pear as big as a swimming pool and he went head first into the deep end. We were in a mad chase to get to head a small bunch of leaving cattle in thick brush. I pulled up to help the man buried in prickly pear, but one of the older hands waved me on and do not stop. I was ready to keep riding back to west Texas. I neve…