6x9 leather-bound journal with hand sewn headbands and handmade marbled paper. A center inset with a paneled red leather and a decorative patina bull skull.
Hand painted head and tail of the text block and finished off with simple line tooling and gold accents.
Long ago when bullfighting was at its height, thier reigned a single bull that all feared yet respected. He lived his whole life in the Matador ranches of southern Mexico. The other bulls respected his father who had earned the popularity of surviving consecutive arenas. To a bull, this was high honor and the chance to live for another day.
One day as Gordon's father trained with a Matador for an upcoming extravanganza, the Matador took a blow to his side from the powerful bull and was thrown to the wall. Out of anger and dislike for this particular bull, the Matador stabbed the bull in the eye and slit its throat.
Through the planks of the corral fence, Gordon witnessed the horrible slaughter of his father. A selfish and most dishonorable form of action from the Matatdor. Gordon became full of rage and bursted through the fence. He charged the Matador and gored him through from behind. It took twenty men to calm Gordon down and over two hours to get him contained.
Usually an outburst of this nature would be the demise of such a creature, but the rancher saw potiental of fame and glory in Gordon. Although he was not of age quite yet, the Rancher began to train him for the ring.
Within a year, Gordon had become one of the most talented and feared bulls of the region.
Gordon could not understand why man wanted to chase the bulls and kill them in such a demeaning way, parading thier severed ears and tail for all to see. Receiving flowers and women for thier slaughtering. He hated man and wanted to pierce the heart of every Matador that crossed his path.
For an amazing 35 years Gordon could not be beat. Spectators in the arenas eventually began to cheer for Gordon rather than the Matador.
Many fighters fought thier last once they entered the ring with Gordon. He was a beast that handed out thier death sentence.
Gordon was never defeated in the ring. Only time won over his body and he passed in his sleep a champion.
This journal is a log of all the Matador that fell under his reign and the history of his rise to fame and glory.
To this day within the old ranches of the south, when a rancher sees the potiental in a bull to be a great fighter, they have an instinctive saying that is expressed with excitement. Leaning over the fence with hands held high, a rancher would reply, "Watch your back! He's a Gordon"