Rodeo Days

Saturday was amazing weather wise. A certain change from our constant drizzly cold weather with the frequent torrential downpours we have been having.

A great day to work in the yard or on the farm an even better day to take in the local rodeo.    

Those of us here at Vicktory Farm and Gardens aren’t extreme rodeo fans, we don’t know the riders, or their stats, no one in the family competes.  (Well, Bet would love to be a barrel racer.)

We just like to watch.

 And when we like something we like to share it.

So on Saturday we took the Coulters to the Roy Rodeo arena for a bit of country style entertainment.

Dirt likes the bull riders. 

It sure brings a lot of adrenaline to the party.

Lots of adrenaline, not sure I would be so willing to let my highschool aged, let alone junior high aged, son ride bulls.

Not that horse hooves couldn’t do you damage.

But horns and a determination to take out the rider, and or clown, just adds a touch eh?

And what crazy nut-job signs up to be a rodeo clown?

I remember going to the Omak Stampede many times with my father when I was a little girl with a horse of my own.  He would constantly remind me whether directly or just in his random comments made during the rodeo of how essential the rodeo clowns are and how not clownish they really are.

So bring on the bulls.

Bring on the bulls and head protection.

But really for me I like the bareback and broncs.  They remind me of rodeos of the past. 

and what the heck, I like horses.  Not all that fond of cattle.  ‘Specially bulls.  But give me a speedy horse or even a fiesty buckin’ horse to grab onto.

The barrels, the broncs, the drill team, the flag,  all very nostalgic for me, bringin back days of good things, days when men were men, women were women and men didn’t let their women walk around half naked with their tattoos and all hangin’ out.

The shade of a big tree over the bull pen, just some things that make me feel warm and secure in the midst of crazy moderness.  And to top it all off…

My best friend from high school, that would be jr. high as well as sr. high, and her husband, were in the stands right by us, so they joined us in enjoying the day, double bonus.