Why? Just why must there be charming cowboys here and there? As I approach the gate, all I can focus on is all the charming cowboys. I begin to put my boot into the stirrup to embark Dancer, which of course is my horse. I am currently waiting my turn to perform the barrel racing event of the rodeo. There is nothing more nerve racking then having over three hundred people watching you perform for a life time, until something happened unexpectedly. As I get closer, my heart pumps faster and my hands begin to shake. I do not know why there are so many nerves acting up, it’s not like this is the first event I am performing in. On the other hand, many bull riders, steer wrestlers, etc. get nervous before performing. Slowly, the line moves. Dancer is getting anxious, making it difficult to keep him restless. Before I begin the run, I say a prayer for safety and a great performance. …show more content…
Dancer was being stubborn rising on his hind legs. Although I got him to calm down, I knew he contained his stubborn attitude. I kick Dancers sides, making him gallop through the gate. We are headed for barrel one. I can feel the wind through my hair, my locks blowing in the wind. Dancer and I trot around barrel one; Dancer’s hoof’s circle the barrel. With every step that he takes I hope that he does not fall and collapse. We gallop to barrel two; Dancer trots around the barrel, safely we make it. I kick Dancer on the sides to make him go faster. We head to barrel three, at a rapid speed. As soon as Dancer was about to round the barrel, his back right leg hit the back of the barrel. From the compact, Dancer lost control and began to fall to the
Actions are valued more than words, silence is an acceptable form of communication, manliness is next to godliness, and respect and loyalty are key. These are a few guidelines that belong to the infamous cowboy code John Grady lives up to in “All the Pretty Horses”. According to critic Jane Tompkins, the code consists of "self-discipline; unswerving purpose; the exercise of knowledge, skill, ingenuity, and excellent judgment; and a capacity to continue in the face of total exhaustion and overwhelming odds.”
They stood for the “American trust in collective action, and the fair legal process that transcended private feelings of what is considered right and wrong.”
"Spotted Horses" and "Mule in the Yard" are two short stories by William Faulkner that deal with comedic animal chases. Although both provide entertaining examples of Faulkner's work in very similar settings, on the scale of literary value, "Spotted Horses" rises above "Mule in the Yard" in depth and insight. This superiority is result of both it's narrative style and character development, which causes "Spotted Horses" to produce an overall more powerful effect than "Mule in the Yard".
The announcer calls my number and I walk Jake into the arena and check the calf in the chute to be sure he is the one we are to rope. I back Jake into the roping box and the judge stretches and secures the barrier. (The barrier is a small piece of rope pulled tight across the exit of the box designed to give the calf a 10- foot head start. If the horse leaves early and breaks the barrier, 10 seconds are added to the completion of the run).
The crowd of rowdy men cheer and the auction winner pumps one fist in the air. The men nearest him raise their cups and clap him on the shoulder in congratulations. I want to scream, but instead I wilt and whimper in my frothy, pink ball gown. A camera pans in closely. I allow liberal amounts of fear to show on my face. Pictures of me flash by on the massive screens above the raised stage where I sit on a white satin stool. I barely recognize myself. I look sweet, innocent, vulnerable, but most of all, terrified.
On behalf of the 42nd Congressional District, I am extending my heartfelt congratulations to you for being presented with the Certificate of Appreciation by the City of Norco on this special occasion of your 60th birthday. I regret that my Congressional duties prevent me from attending the National Day of the American Cowboy and celebrate with you.
When you attend the fair do you ever see people walking around with cowboy hats, boots and spurs, and button ups? Do you ever see girls with caked on makeup and crowns on their hats? Or maybe you have seen guys who have dirty clothes on, who kind of have a sway to their walk, or are wearing beaten up cowboy hats? If you are nodding your head yes then you have seen rodeo people, and you may already know the three most common types of rodeo people: Ropers, Roughies, and Barbie Dolls.
His second attempt was again a failure but of a different and more serious type. The momentum of Jim’s feet kept going as he grasped the rim. This motion swung him upside down forcing him to lose his grip and fall ten very long feet.
e dress in our work clothes, loose and baggy as we slip on our boots, and stroll to the barn. Kim is tall and lean, but strict and firm and expects perfection. I recall many memories while in the horse barn, The taste and smells so violently invade your senses. You can taste the hay dust and smell the grain the moment you enter, slowly but surely I hear the sounds of pounding hooves running from the pasture just waiting for feeding time. The moment I see Kim grabs a halter, I suddenly can feel the tension in her voice and feel the aches in my hands. I slowly catch a horse and brought to Kim, " Go gets/got the Hoof Cleaning Hook and now. " I slowly grab and fight over the tools trying to find what tool is what. In the background, I hear " to hurry the Fuck up. "
I got to the dojang a few minutes past eight thirty, and if I’ve ever come close to an anxiety attack, it was then. I opened the door and was greeted with “Good morning, are you ready for your big day?” from my master instructor, Master Buckley. There was no doubt that he could tell how nervous I was, telling me, “There’s nothing to be nervous about, Hunter.”
Sliding the barn doors open, I step into a warm, comforting environment. Musty straw mingles with the sharp aroma of pine shavings, complementing each other. A warm glow from sporadically placed incandescent lightbulbs richens the leather tack, all cleaned and hanging ready for the day's use. From it wafts the smell of a new pair of shoes. The fruity essence of "Show Sheen", applied after yesterday's baths, still lingers in the air. Even the harsh stinging scent of urine and manure is welcome at this early morning hour. Breaking open a bale of hay, I sense the sweetness of the dried timothy as it engulfs my olfactory system, making me wish my queasy stomach had not made me skip breakfast. I am nervous, as are many others. I know that the day ahead will bring excitement, dread, triumph, and defeat. The unpredictable nature of horse shows causes frenzied questions, like salmon spawning, to run constantly though my mind. Will the judge like my own particular style? What if the red flowers bordering the first jump spook my horse? What if a piece of paper on the ground blows into the ring? Will this horse show be a success? The outcome depends not just on me; but a...
My heart was pounding. My closed fist was filling with sweat from my palm. We had not yet even lined up for formation, but still my nerves were all over the place. I was about to perform a nationals level inspection for the first time in drill.
During the mid-1900s, the beginning of a famous rodeo sport, had begun to become popular. The competitive sport came from the practices of herding cattle, in spain and mexico had began to quickly spread across the other countries. The sport was soon nicknamed “ The most dangerous eight seconds in sport history”, which eventually became part of rodeo. Bull riding has always been a dangerous sport. Not only is it a competitive sport, it tests the skills and speed of cowboys and cowgirls. Bull riding is the challenge of getting on a bucking bull and trying to stay on while the animal tries to buck the rider off.
I feel the pounding footsteps under my feet and the intense air rush past me as I run, squirming to keep my posture. I struggle to stay glued to the beast's side. If I miss one crucial step, it may mean tragedy for this innocent little disabled boy. I stay close to Dakota's ribs as we move into the turn. Relieved, I gasp for the warm mountain air as we slow to a walk. With my arms still extended above my head, I smile at the partially toothless grin.
In books and on television, the cowboy is seen as a tall, white, handsome, womanizer who could take on anybody that challenged him. But despite what was advertised in the media, cowboys weren’t as “all American” as they seemed to be. First, not all cowboys were