The young bulls are downright wild
And the ringers mighty tough And each brags with his mates How he’ll give the other enough. The ballsy males will clash When muster time is here And young bucks stir the dust To hide their very fear. Now in the muster yard The bulls and boys are penned For the locking of the horns That honour will defend. In the middle of the yard Is the altar to the battle Where man and beast and hormones Hang from the Bronco Panel. Upright and rigid built The Panel is where we win The locking of the horns And the cutting of the skin. The rope is thrown upon the beast And cinched to the middle rail The panel holds, the ringers cast him And grab him by the tail. Many a bone is broken Many a head is bust The bulls come off the worst When their balls land in the dust. The Bronco Panel. Dead Man’s Waterhole Yards, Ettadina Station, Coopers Creek. The Bronco Panel. Dead Man’s Waterhole Yards, Ettadina Station, Coopers Creek.
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As a practicing artist I have travelled far and wide across Australia, walked on country, camped on country and rolled out my swag. I thank the custodians and I acknowledge the traditional owners of country throughout Australia and their continuing connection to land, culture and community. I pay my respect to Elders past and present.