One thing I love about Texas is the rodeo. Yeehaw! My dad grew up in Texas and was a rodeo rider when he was a young man. Cowboy down to the bone. He didn’t own a single pair of shoes. All he ever wore were boots. Sometimes he’d wear his gigantic cowboy hat to town, something I hated because it was so out of place in Cajun Country. Even worse sometimes he would wear his spurs. I’d cringe when he’d walk and I’d hear those things zing.
One time he took us to the Angola State Prison Rodeo. Scared me half to death. I’d never seen a prisoner before and they were everywhere. Not just bullriding and wrangling, but selling jewelry and other items they had hand-crafted.
I was certain one of them was hiding in our trunk or under the car and would jump out at us as soon as we got home.
Living in Texas, there are rodeos every weekend. Last night we went to a special one, the Texas Stampede at the American Airlines Center in Dallas. This is a three day rodeo which also has a concert event at the end of each evening.
Here’s some tie down roping.
Some trick wagon training.
And check out this little dude!
Okay that is so not a dude, that is Whiplash, a little monkey who rides a dog.
Check out these cool (and real) cowboy names we saw last night:
Sounds like a cowboy movie, doesn’t it?