Ole Wade is not a large man, and years of diabetes has taken its toll. He is probably 6 foot and 180 or so. He is just one of those guys that you would have to shoot to win.
He was drinking in a little bar in the town to the west, little bar not much room. Some cowboy did not like the look of him, and tried to pick a fight. Normally when Wade gets on the drink, he loves to fight, just not tonight. So the cowboy went out side and waited until Wade was leaving. He had an honest to god 2x6 and broke it over Wade's head when he walked out. Hit him so hard that it knocked out one of his teeth. He did not hit him in the mouth, top of the head, still knocked out a tooth. Wade just looked over and asked him why he did that. The cowboy left a trail of piss as he ran away. His pickup was still in the parking lot the next day.
As far as the cattle rage goes, I dont know. Some of the things I have done I am not real proud of.
One was a fight with a bull in a pond. A couple of buddies and I were trailing my cows one day. Normally we just ride behind them and bullshit. Sometimes a bull gets his feelings hurt and acts like a little kid. They will brush up or go sit in a pond until they feel better.
Well, he decided to go for a swim, just to screw up the day. A couple of miles later I looked over and my two buddies were staring at me in disbelief. I asked what the hell was wrong and they told me a real whopper.
I guess I had ridden my horse into the pond after that bull. I started whipping him with my reins and when that did not work I jumped off my horse onto the bull and started kicking him in the head. The bull ran off and joined the herd. I had totally blacked out and did not know what had happened until they told me a couple miles later.
