Got to Clinton just in time to see my cousin win today's races. Turns out chuckwagon racing is dangerous, crazy, fun. Wicked fun. One guy got thrown from a horse during the melee of rounding the barrels. He flew through the air like a t-shirt shot from one of those cannons at a MLB ballpark. Ambulances screamed onto the field, horses shied all around, women swooned.
Okay, maybe women didn't swoon. Maybe just one woman. I thought the guy was dead. He looked like a rag doll on the ground. But a few minutes later, he walked off to catch his horse. Cowboys are tough, I tell you.
And sweet. A horse was down on the ground, sick. A dozen cowboys gathered to help. They picked it up and put it on its feet. Um. Do you know what a horse weighs? Me, neither, but it's a lot. Those cowboys were S-W-E-A-T-I-N-G.
Made for a nice view.
I hope you all are having as great a Labor Day Weekend as I am. More soon.
6 comments:
Hi you.
Have you ever read Pinoneer Woman (blog) ? You might like it if you liked them thar cowboys. i think it is a kick.
ox :)
Nothing like sweaty cowboys to start a great weekend! Keep the adventure stories coming!
Ok, we need an update. I've been checking for a day now....please, tell all.
You are such an inspiration, a free spirit. I love it. Revel in this time! And don't forget to share....
ah the memories of the West, and sweet, sweaty cowboys. Glad you are having fun.
I hope you're continuing to enjoy "the sights". The tight jeans, the big buckles, the boots. What a combination!
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