Lane Frost - Death

Death

On July 30, 1989, at the Cheyenne Frontier Days Rodeo in Cheyenne, Wyoming, after completing a successful 87-point ride on a Brahma bull named "Taking Care of Business", Frost dismounted and landed in the mud. The bull turned and hit him in the side with his horn, breaking several of Frost's ribs. Lane initially rose to his feet and began running toward the chutes. As he was running and signaling for help, Frost fell to the ground causing the broken ribs to puncture his heart. Lane was rushed to Memorial Hospital. On the discovery that Frost's heart injury was irreparable, the doctors pronounced him dead. No autopsy was performed. Frost posthumously finished 3rd in the event. Taking Care of Business went on to appear in the 1990 National Finals Rodeo. Taking Care of Business was retired in the 90s and put out to stud until he died in 1999.

Frost is buried next to his hero and mentor Freckles Brown at Mount Olivet Cemetery in Hugo, Oklahoma.

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