Sunday marked our return to the Mother's Day Rodeo. Doesn't everyone attend a rodeo for Mother's Day? Relaxing with the sounds of barrel racing and wild cow milking?
It does sound like an odd choice, but it is a lot of fun. The girls took their position right up close to the action. Pole racing is about to start. The flag is up...
This is serious business.
The tension is high.
Next, I see we are about to observe a real, live goatrope. In the Air Force, that's what we called any activity that entailed a lot of effort, a lot of confusion, with a seemingly futile outcome. NOW I see how true that analogy was!
There goes the unfortunate creature right now.
Next, we have "dummy roping". Now doesn't that raise some questions in your mind?
It's the littlest ropers, practicing on a cow that won't fight back...much.
What's going on here. Why are all these people lined up?
It's for the next exciting event...mutton bustin'!! The kids see how long they can ride a sheep!
The girls wanted to participate, but (oh so unfortunately) we were too late to sign up. You can mutton bust until you are 10 years old, so they'll have another chance.
But I'm not sure that's what I want to see on Mother's Day. I do have my limits, you know!