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And They Call the Thing Rodeo

August 31, 2023
Garth Brooks Rodeo Bull & Blood & Dust & Mud T-Shirt - TeeNavi
Lyrics paraphrased from “Rodeo” by Garth Brooks
"
Well, it's bulls and blood
It's the dust and mud
It's the roar of a Sunday crowd
It's the white in his knuckles
The gold in his buckle
He'll win the next go 'round
It's boots and chaps
It's cowboy hats
It's spurs and latigo
It's the ropes and the reins
And the joy and the pain
And they call the thing rodeo
"

Last Saturday afternoon, Jim and I put down our nail guns and paint brushes, got ourselves cleaned up, joined our friends Michele and Courtland and headed down to Lost River for the annual Teets Bulls ‘N Barrels Rodeo.  This event is put on by the Teets family, owners of Teets Cattle Company and Lost River Butcher Block.  It has been occurring for over 10 years but this is the first time that Jim and I have attended.  It did not disappoint!

This is what the Cowboys do until it’s their turn to ride….

This rodeo is a sanctioned event in the schedule of Professional Bull Riders.  So the riders we saw, and the bulls they were attempting to ride, are all part of the PBR system and their rides would affect their rankings in the ongoing competition.  There were riders there from all over the U.S. and even Brazil!  According to some of the folks Michele and Courtland knew, who were at the entry selling tickets, there were several thousand people in attendance.

This is the view that the Cowboys have!

It’s great going to something like this with folks who are from the area, have attended before and are generally very social animals.  This completely describes our friends, Courtland and Michele and their daughters.  We were taken by the hand and literally “shown the ropes” (fitting for a rodeo, don’t you think?).  Michele had brought along fantastic food & drink.  Courtland had gone to the venue much earlier in the day and gotten a pop up canopy set up for us on the hillside overlooking the corral.  The afternoon was sunny & hot, so this was a well appreciated piece of shade that we all hunkered under.

The late afternoon schedule of events included “mutton busting” and greased pig catching competitions for kids.  There were Tug of War and Steer Branding Team competitions for adults.  Competitions for Best dressed Cowboys and Cowgirls for all ages and a collection of family focused activities in a fairground midway setting.  And of course, people watching is always a main focus of entertainment at an event like this!

That’s a play area filled with corn kernels!  The kids were having a great time pushing it around with the trucks and tractors!
Who doesn’t love a hayride?

The clouds gave a break in the heat as the afternoon turned to evening and to the main events.  Trick Riding, Barrel Racing and of course, the Bull Riding.  It’s amazing how long 8 seconds can seem when you’re cheering for the rider to hold on!  The bulls were high kickers and crazy spinners and just generally ornery!  I think there were only 4 or 5 riders who lasted the 8 seconds or more to get officially scored rides.  But every ride was exciting and the crowd was rooting every rider on!

Keep your eye on that Cowboy in the red plaid shirt and dusty jeans, 5 from the left.  He’s about to come out of the chute!

By the end of the evening we were all very dusty and tired, but had that great feeling of having been outdoors and in the company of friends for an enjoyable and entertaining day.  We will definitely plan to do it again next year - and you should join us!

Fever (Aerosmith song) - Wikipedia
The Fever
Written By: Patrik Jens Berger / Sandra Nasic / Steve Lironi
Recorded by: Garth Brooks
"
He's got a split finger wrap
And his rope's pulled way too tight
He's got a lunatic smile
'Cause he's really drawn deep tonight
He's got a fever, fever, fever, fever
Grab a hold-a anythin' and hold on tight
It hits you like a venom from a rattlesnake bite
We're all here 'cause he's not all there tonight
He takes one last breath
And time turns inside out
Then the gate busts open
To the world he dreams about
He's got a fever, fever, fever, fever
Stick a rope on anything 'cause he don't care
He'd even take a ride in an electric chair
We're all here 'cause he's not all there tonight
He says it's really kind of simple
Keep your mind in the middle
While your butt spins 'round and 'round
Take heed to Sankey's preachin'
Keep liftin' and reachin'
And ridin' like there ain't no clowns
Well what he loves might kill him
But he's got no choice
He's a different breed
With a voice down deep inside
That's screamin' he was born to ride
He's got a fever, fever, fever, fever
Fever makes you crazy 'cause it makes no sense
Like runnin' from your shadow out of self-defense
But he won't run and baby he can't hide
He thinks the odds are even leavin' one hand tied
He gets so tired of hangin' on so tight
I know you think he's crazy, well I think you're right
We're all here 'cause he's not all there
That's right!
"

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