J.W. Hart has ridden 2,000-pound bucking bulls for a living for more than a decade. Suppose the rancher who lives in Overbrook, seven miles south of Ardmore, has got a few stories to tell?
Jenni Carlson: Do you have to be a little crazy to be a bull rider?
I don't necessarily think you've gotta be crazy. I think more of us are just a cowboy-type adrenaline junkie really.
JC: So, what's crazy to a bull rider if riding a bull isn't?
JH: Jumping out of a perfectly good airplane. That sounds crazy. Trying to do a back flip on a motorcycle. Surfing a 40-foot wave when there's sharks in the water doesn't really make sense to me, but bull riding doesn't make sense to my neighbors. Everybody has their kicks. Mine just happens to be climbing on the back of a 1,500-pound animal.
JC: What was the first time on one of the really big bulls like for you?
I was 12 years old, and it was this bull I'd been seeing for a while and thought I wanted to get on him. The first jump, he jerked me down and hit me in the mouth with his horns and broke my upper jaw and pushed some teeth up underneath my eye. So I didn't get on him again for a while.
JC: But it didn't stop you from becoming a bull rider.
That's all I ever wanted to do. It never crossed my mind to stop.
JC: What did your folks say when you walk in with the busted face?
Well, my mom .