Ty came home this week after having talked with someone whose brother was
going to be in the county fair rodeo this weekend and Ty thought we should
go. I am always up for a new
experience so we grabbed some friends and headed to the rodeo.
It was like entering a whole new
world. I am now thinking of the
song in the Disney movie Aladdin.
Remember how wide eyed Jasmine was as she rode on the flying carpet with Aladdin? Well, that is exactly how
I felt at the rodeo. In fact, I had to remind myself to pay attention to what was happening in the arena. (not sure what that is suppose to be called).
This was a sub-culture of society that I had really never interfaced with before.
I spent a lot of time watching the people attending the rodeo. I loved looking at their outfits. The cowboy hats and cowboy boots were everywhere. Some of the gals looked really slick in their cute jeans and boots.
There was one particular family there that I could not quit looking at. The
dad was one of the rodeo riders and was inside the arena on his horse about to
be let out of the gate to lasso his steer. His wife, wearing her cowboy boots and
hat, was just outside the arena with her two little boys, probably about 4 and 5
years old, doned in their cowboy boots and cowboy hats.
Then the mom was holding a baby boy that appeared to be about 6 months
old. He was not wearing either
cowboy boots or a hat. I wondered
at what age cowboys have their sons begin wearing the cowboy gear.
As the mom stood by watching, her young sons were pressed up against the
fence to watch their dad do his thing. Their eyes were glued on the arena as dad
and his horse shot out of the gate to lasso his steer.
I have to admit I felt sorry for the little cow as he was lassoed and
taken done and tied up. Poor guy,
or worse yet poor girl!!!!
What happened next was the most fascinating
to me yet. Once the dad’s ride was
done he come out of the arena, took the baby from his wife, and then she entered
the ring and mounted her horse to have a turn at lassoing the steer.
I was watching a real cowboy cowgirl family in action.
As my friend and I observed the little boys
watching their parents perform, neither of us had any doubt what these small
boys will most likely grow up to be!!!
I found myself wondering what their daily
lives look like. Are they all
farmers or ranchers who rarely come to the big city?
I know that is a vast generalization, but I just wondered.
Does the cowgirl wear a dress
very often? She probably
doesn’t even want to. How much
does it cost to have horses and saddles and all the stuff a cowboy family needs
to be in the rodeo? How often do
they perform in a rodeo? I guess
it varies greatly with each cowboy family.
I loved stepping into their world for one night. It was fascinating to me.
Ty on the other hand, whose attention span is limited, remarked that for the hour and a half
that we sat there, (we left before it was over), we actually saw about a minute
and a half of action. Maybe he was
only watching what was happening in the arena!!!!
There was plenty of action all around usJ