ARCHIE!!!!!
You're right Bull was a pretty fitting name for that guy but he was by no means the only one back then of his friends with fitting names like that. Most of those guys, certainly including Bull, were pretty much bigger than life.
Here's some of their names:
Lyons Brown, he owned Brown Foreman Distilleries
Stetts Coleman, I don't know what he did but he was big time
Warner Jones, he owned Hermitage Farm and was the President of Churchill Downs.
Those four guys (and maybe a couple of others of their friends) actually syndicated a young Olympic boxer out of Louisville, Ky by the name of Cassius Clay and took him pro.
All those guys were around Gulfstream G.C. in Delray in the winter. That's where I met the Kentucky belle.
About two days after I met her down there, her mother, Wadell Hancock (she's a whole other story!!), sent me and the Kentucky belle, Clay Hancock, down to the Delray liquor store to pick up a ton of booz because all those characters were fixin' to have a wingding at Bull's house.
On the way back to the house from the liquor store, Clay reaches around into one of those cases of liquor and hauls out a bottle of 101 proof Brown Foreman bourbon and unscrews the top and proceeds to take a couple of really healthy swigs right out of the bottle.
I said: "Clay, what the hell are you doing, it's only about ten in the morning?"
And she says to me: "Boy, I guess you don't know me very well yet, I'm pretty much Kentucky Country through and through."