Q&A With CBR Bullfighter, Sid McKissick

Some of you know Sid McKissick. He grew up here in Wetumpka and still calls Wetumpka home. Those of you who do know him probably know that he is a professional bullfighter. If you’re like me, when you hear the term “bullfighter” you probably think of the guy in Spain with the funny little hat and the knee-length pants. While Sid would look great in that outfit I’m sure, that is not the kind of bullfighter Sid is. Sid, on purpose, gets into an arena with a bull that not only wants to remove and injure the rider on his back, but wants to injure Sid for trying to protect that rider. It’s crazy, I know. I sent Sid a list of questions about bullfighting and he was kind enough to answer them. Thanks, Sid! You da’ man!

Thad: How in the world did you get into bullfighting?
Sid: There was a practice pen in Millbrook and I was there to ride broncs. They needed a bullfighter, so I stepped up.

Thad: How long have you been bullfighting?
Sid: 25 years

Thad: What made you pick bullfighting over riding bulls or broncs or some other rodeo discipline?
Sid: I liked it better. I felt like it was more of a challenge. That, and it was a sure paycheck.

Thad: How many championships and giant belt buckles have you won?
Sid: I’ve won five championships.

Thad: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had bullfighting?
Sid: Look at the pictures. Oh, and I lost one of my pinky fingers.

Copy and paste the links below into your browser to view a series of photos of Sid dealing with the business end of a bull.






Thad: Someone told me that you were scared of horses. Is that true?
Sid: Yes, I’m scared of horses. Because they will turn on you and are unpredictable.

Thad: Do the bullriders ever take you out for a steak dinner after you save them from getting killed by a bull?
Sid: No! Sometimes the will tell you “Thank you.”

Thad: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever seen a bullrider sustain?
Sid: I’ve seen a guy get paralyzed and a guy who actually died in the arena.

Thad: What does your wife and family think of your profession?
Sid: They don’t like what I do, but my wife has supported me.

Thad: Would you ever want Denver(his toddler son)to do what you do?
Sid: NO!! But I will be behind him and support him in whatever he does.

Thad: What would you say to someone who was interested in getting into bullfighting?
Sid: If bullfighting is something that they really want to do, they need to set some goals for themselves, find a practice pen and a bullfighting school.

Thad: How did you get involved with the Red Bull bulls and motorcycles thing?
Sid: I was working for Tuff Hedeman(3-time PRCA World Champion Bull Rider)and the CBR, Championship Bull Riding, and Tuff set the deal up for me. It was on TV and I was actually on one of the commercials than ran nationally.

Thad: What is the difference between the different bull riding organizations?
Sid: I am with the CBR. The other major organization is the PBR. They are both just professional associations.

Thad: Have you ever gotten into a fight with Don Gay(former bull rider and iconic rodeo announcer)? It seems like with a name like that, he’d be easy to whip.
Sid: HA! HA! HA! No.

Thad: Who do you think is the coolest guy you know? Other than Tuff Hedeman.
Sid: You are Thad. Without a doubt, you are.

Okay, I made that last one up. You got me. If you haven’t ever met Sid, you’re missing out. He is one of the most easy-going, laid back guys I know. You can see him around town involved in all sorts of stuff. Often with his wife Laurie, daughter Sidney, and son Denver. If you do, stop and introduce yourself to him and you’ll feel like you’ve known him forever. You’ll be glad you did. Tell him Skidboot sent you. He’ll know what you mean. Just don’t tell him about that last question.


Q&A Postponed For A Day

Hey, that rhymes. Just heard from the guy who is the subject of our first Q&A. He said he has been extremely busy but promised me that he’d have his answers back to me tomorrow. I told him that if he didn’t…well, I didn’t tell him anything. But if I would have it would have been very mean and tough sounding. Not actually tough, though. Just tough sounding. I’m a lover, not a fighter. Well, really I’m not that either. I’m just a plain ol’ no-talent dude. But I’m not a fighter for sure. Which reminds me of a funny story. Then again, pretty much everything reminds me of a funny story. Maybe I will post that one later tonight. It’s about my boxing career. But I digress. Q&A tomorrow unless something crazy happens. New post tonight if I can stay awake. Not that anyone cares…

So, Anyway…

I’m still waiting for my Q&A answers to be sent or brought back to me. So while we are waiting I’ll rehash the David Phillips story to bide my time.

When I was 19, I enrolled at and attended, for about 2 weeks, an institution of higher learning in Montgomery. I had a friend who went to the same school and one night we decided it would be a good idea for us to ride together. So, we made plans to meet in Wetumpka at the Winn Dixie parking lot (where else?) at 7:00 AM.

At that point in my life, actually having and holding down a job for more than just a few days wasn’t something I put a lot of emphasis on(think Mountasia miniature golf for 2 days, but that’s another story). I got there a little early that day. Getting up early was not something I did a lot of then so I wanted to be sure I wasn’t late. I pulled into the parking lot and, not seeing David yet, pulled into a parking space and waited.

Within 10 minutes I saw him pulling into the parking lot. He obviously didn’t see me because he pulled into a parking spot several spaces away from me and in a different row altogether. I took a deep breath, opened the door and began to sleepily shuffle over to his car.

I open the door, flop down into the passenger seat, close the door and say, “Man, I’m gonna’ have to get used to getting up this early. I’m tired.” For the next 7 or 8 seconds there was complete silence. Which doesn’t seem like a long time until you read the next part of my story. After those seconds had passed, I turned and looked at David to see what was the matter. Only it wasn’t David. Sitting, staring at me, with a half bewildered, half afraid look on his face was…some guy I’d never seen before!

Without missing a beat, I said, “If you see David Phillips, tell him I’ll be waiting for him in my car.” With that, I got out and walked back to my car to wait for David. It took me a year before I ever shared that with anyone. I don’t know if there is a moral to this story or not. Apparently not, but it did fill up a little space for now.

Hopefully, I’ll have something that is actually a little interesting later this evening.

More Music Festival Stuff

After talking with several people who read my post about some sort of music festival in Wetumpka, I have come to the conclusion that I am not the only person who’d like to see something like this happen. If you were going to be involved in the planning of something like this (and you can be), what sort of direction would you like to see it go?

What sort of acts would you like to see? What sort of vendors? What could a festival in Wetumpka be called? I would love to hear as many ideas as you can come up with. Just remember, we really want it to be unique. Not just a carbon copy of the same things everybody else does. If you’d rather not post here, email me at wetumpkanews@gmail.com.

Power of Purple 5k

Don’t forget about the Power of Purple 5k benefiting the American Cancer Society and Relay For Life coming up this Saturday at 10 a.m. Registration and number pick-up will be from 8:00 – 9:30 with the race beginning at 10. Entry fee is $15 for pre-registration and $20.00 on race day.

For more information contact Jeanne Dulaney at 294-1583 or Julie Bridgman at 567-6639.