She, the horse, and I were, I suppose, fearful of some parts of life and we attracted each other.
I was maybe 15, 16 years old and qualified to run ribbons in the ribbon roping contest that summer
for the TYRA rodeo finals. But I needed to be in two different events.
i was good at running on the ground, but I never learned to glue myself in the saddle.
Early on, I disliked riding horses, yet my brothers and sister all rode, so I really could offer no excuse. Yet, I compensated- I was fast on my feet and could pull the ribbon off a calf’s tail before you could slap your knee….I had already won several silver buckles in the ribbon roping contest prior
to qualifying for this final yearly event.
why I decided to saddle up the mare and try roping off her has me still scratching my head.
I suppose I was trying to create some effect. Well, some effect was was I got.
this fearful mare with me on top, came busting out of the shoot with my lasso going in circles over my head trailing a calf.
to which the mare did not take a likin’ to. I was torpedoed off her and into the back fence of the roping arena in which I got a real up close look at my lucky stars through the lens of two black eyes.