Whoever brought up this topic is evil. Long repressed horrible memories came flooding back.
Ildeno. You ever go to salebarns and see how they welded another 2 bars of pipe on the ring? I blame Ildeno.
Sugar Ray. Oh my. Young people refer to Heatseeker or Flush calves being a little tough, but you havent seen batshat crazy until you tied up a pen of Sugs for the first time. Not just scared and high strung, F in MEAN. Kick to kill and flat out take you like a spanish fighting bull. We used to call it the Sugar Ray Roar, that BLEEEEAHHHH death rattle with the eyes rolling back in their head, tounge sticking out, wanting to stomp you back in time... (shudder) and thats when you broke em as 4 month old weanlings.
Throttle himself was a pet. I talked to a guy from Michigan at Frye n Harkemas bull sale many years ago that said he came early and went through Russ's cows. He asked who the cool bull was and when russ said it was Throttle the guy dove in the back of his pickup. Russ went over and scratched his back. That being said, the first time I saw a ring in a steers nose was a Throttle. Cool SOB, but they said if you didnt have a tight grip on the snot buster he would try to kill you. Thats a fat steer with 29 shows under his belt. thats just a mean bugger right there.
The all time worst individual I ever was around was a Nero. (Sugar Rays Daddy for the younguns). Super cool summer born steer that didnt weigh 400# when we started working with him. The size of a sheep and he broke a chute and had 3 proven cowboys hanging from the rafters of a converted dairy barn. No joke, he was on his back legs jumping to get us. I understand cattle being scared with a fight or flight instinct, but the standard is they would rather get away than get you. Nope. Satan incarnate had a wide open gate to go through, in fact he did twice, only to come back hoping to get a piece of somebody. Little bastage was hunting us like I would imagine a Grizzly would.
Thanks for opening the old wounds. I am going to have nightmares for a while. All that therapy out the window...