This will tell me a lot about if you like rodeos or any western related stuff

Funny. Love folks who poke jokes about cowboy stuff. Now, let me think of a good "City Slicker" joke. Oh, don't have to think of one, simply watch the movie City Slickers and see how Jack Palace (Trail Boss) treated them.


I wasn't poking fun at Cowboys or Cowboy stuff.
 

Yeah but have you ever done anything Tunisian? Do you have any Tunisian clothes? Could you bridle and saddle a camel today?

I rode a shark once, but i could never bridle or saddle one.

Even though you can't see my face, that's really me.
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:rofl:
 
Hmmm. This thread got me to thinking ... so many things I used to do but don't/can't any longer. In some ways getting old can really be the pits but I guess it beats the alternative.

I rode when I was younger. My horse was a registered Morgan, 14-1/2 hands. K & E Herbie out of Kid Kelly and Lady Elite - that and $1 will get you a cup of coffee at any participating McDonald's. Herbie and I had a lot of fun together. Then again, I grew up on Lake Huron and spent a huge amount of time boating in my younger days, both sail and power. I've owned a couple of boats in the past.

Sometime in my early 30s, I decided that there were three things that I would never again own - a horse, a boat, and a swimming pool. From my experience, unless one has a serious passion for them the enjoyment just doesn't justify effort and expense involved. My kid sister still has horses, and whenever I phone and ask what she's been up to it's always all about the horses. :playful:

Oh, and "country" - YES! " Western"/rodeo/fashion labels ... meh. But that's just me. I'm really glad that you do, and still can, enjoy these things ClassicRockr. Keep on keepin' on for as long as you can.
 

What's being "in Texas" go to do with it??? Oh, that's right, Texas is like Colorado, Wyoming, Montana and so on. Ok. Anyway, thank God, rodeos will never go away. You don't have to be a fan, but there are plenty of rodeo fans out there. Cheyenne Frontier Days in Cheyenne, Wyoming really bring in the crowds.

So, just where do you wear your Western stuff to????

But, guess we are even. Wife and I don't like tattoos and you don't like rodeos. That's fair.

Actually, I'm just asking the question to see if I should stay on this forum or not. I love talking about boats, fishing and Western stuff and I just don't see much, if any, threads on that stuff on this forum.

I don't need to have an event to "dress western." I'm in Texas. You ask what Texas has to do with cowboys? You're joking, right? Yeah, a lot of people like rodeos, that's true. Most are blissfully unaware of how cruel it is for the animals. They watch it, and never consider what the animals go through, much like the old circuses that are, thankfully, fading into history.
 
I am a city slicker. I don't know a thing about ranching or farming but I do know if someone threw a rope around my neck while travelling at warp speed and I had the wind knocked out of me as I'm being dragged several feet. I'm pretty sure that would be a form of violence in anybody's book. I do have the highest respect for farmers and ranchers as long as the animals are humanely treated. Watching animals being mistreated for fun turns my stomach.
It's not violent, only your perception of it is. You're just a "City Slicker" that probably doesn't know a thing about farming and ranching. That's ok. Actually, it was Animal Activists that tried to stop wife and I from going in a rodeo grounds at a So California rodeo. Local Sheriff Deputies were right there to guide us in.
 
I am a city slicker. I don't know a thing about ranching or farming but I do know if someone threw a rope around my neck while travelling at warp speed and I had the wind knocked out of me as I'm being dragged several feet. I'm pretty sure that would be a form of violence in anybody's book. I do have the highest respect for farmers and ranchers as long as the animals are humanely treated. Watching animals being mistreated for fun turns my stomach.

Me too!

Seeing dentists and accountants playing dress up not so much.
 
I helped on a farm that my high school friend’s family owned. The first year, the farm was about 3000 acres, but over that winter, the family bought the adjacent farm, which was another 2200 acres. The next spring and through the summer, we were busy. I would start at 7 in the morning, but the farm started working at 5.

All together, we had over 250 head of milking cows and another breeding herd of about 100 or so. We also had other farm animals. Then, we worked the fields bringing in the hay, wheat, corn, straw, oats, soy beans and more, including a few acres of tobacco. Corn came in lTe, like October, maybe early November. After that, I spent the winter back working at the gas station.

If I remember correctly, we had about 12 or so hands working this farm. This was back in 1969. I remember the owner bragging about his brand new John Deere tractor at a cost of $60,000.00. Today, that same tractor would probably cost $150,000.00 or more.

‘’The family knew how to make money.
 
Grew up in California lived in Anaheim, Santa Ana, Laguna hills. Think there was a park in orange we rode in and a larger park by the ocean but don't remember the names of the parks. Couldn't do anything with a horse but ride it, lol.
 
Actually, I'm talking about both, when you were young/younger and today.

As for myself, my teen years were raising hogs and working on the family farm. Many of you really wouldn't want to know, or even understand, what we had to do in caring of hogs. In Showing hogs, every handler has a wooden cane they use to guide them around the judging arena. You just might think this is cruel, but.

I'm no longer involved with rodeo, but Wife and I absolutely love watching rodeo in person and/or on tv. And, btw, rodeo does NOT hurt animals...…...end of story! Stock Contractors are monitored throughout a rodeo. If anything gets hurt in rodeo, it's the cowboys! However, there are those, even on this forum, that don't know what goes on in ranch work and don't want to know. "Just let me buy my pork and beef at the local market. I don't want to know how it got there."

Both of us love seeing livestock and there's definitely none here to see. Just another great reason to leave Florida and move back to Colorado.
 
I helped on a farm that my high school friend’s family owned. The first year, the farm was about 3000 acres, but over that winter, the family bought the adjacent farm, which was another 2200 acres. The next spring and through the summer, we were busy. I would start at 7 in the morning, but the farm started working at 5.

All together, we had over 250 head of milking cows and another breeding herd of about 100 or so. We also had other farm animals. Then, we worked the fields bringing in the hay, wheat, corn, straw, oats, soy beans and more, including a few acres of tobacco. Corn came in lTe, like October, maybe early November. After that, I spent the winter back working at the gas station.

If I remember correctly, we had about 12 or so hands working this farm. This was back in 1969. I remember the owner bragging about his brand new John Deere tractor at a cost of $60,000.00. Today, that same tractor would probably cost $150,000.00 or more.

‘’The family knew how to make money.

Now, 911 KNOWS what he is talking about. He even uses the word "head", referring to each of the milk cows and the word "herd". I grew up around John Deere, International Harvester and Farmall tractors, corn pickers, combines, discs, ploughs and planters. Love going to a County or State Fair and seeing all of agriculture equipment.
 
I know very little about farming except the few pictures of my dad who grew up on a dirt farm in 1920's and 1930's in Kansas. They were poorer than the dirt they farmed. They had a few cows and other animals. I have a picture of him in front of his rural school. Only one of the children had shoes.

Mother grew up on a dirt farm as well. Her dad died, the farm (in Texas btw) was lost. The older children, as was done in those hard times, were sent off to relatives to work for their keep. Mother landed on her uncle's plantation/farm/ranch. (This ranch is in the history books of Texas and still owed by the descendants of her uncle's family.).

In order for that farm to survive, mother and other family members, picked the cotton; along with other non-family members of various races. The non-family members got paid, my mother got to eat and have a place to sleep. She left Texas as soon as she could and never looked back.

My husband worked on the farm of his uncle every summer for free. We both love rodeo and realize it's not cruel. Real life sometimes seems cruel, but it's just life. Animals are food, not pets. Since I don't tolerate stairs or sitting on a bench, we can no longer go a lot of places.

I rode an elephant at knots berry farm, in Buena Park, California. Didn't need to travel to Africa to do so, lol. Much less expensive since I lived in Anaheim, California at the time. It was done in my "braver" days.
 
I know very little about farming except the few pictures of my dad who grew up on a dirt farm in 1920's and 1930's in Kansas. They were poorer than the dirt they farmed. They had a few cows and other animals. I have a picture of him in front of his rural school. Only one of the children had shoes.

Mother grew up on a dirt farm as well. Her dad died, the farm (in Texas btw) was lost. The older children, as was done in those hard times, were sent off to relatives to work for their keep. Mother landed on her uncle's plantation/farm/ranch. (This ranch is in the history books of Texas and still owed by the descendants of her uncle's family.).

In order for that farm to survive, mother and other family members, picked the cotton; along with other non-family members of various races. The non-family members got paid, my mother got to eat and have a place to sleep. She left Texas as soon as she could and never looked back.

My husband worked on the farm of his uncle every summer for free. We both love rodeo and realize it's not cruel. Real life sometimes seems cruel, but it's just life. Animals are food, not pets. Since I don't tolerate stairs or sitting on a bench, we can no longer go a lot of places.

I rode an elephant at knots berry farm, in Buena Park, California. Didn't need to travel to Africa to do so, lol. Much less expensive since I lived in Anaheim, California at the time. It was done in my "braver" days.

Very true (in red above). There are those that love to hunt and those that completely detest it. Guess there will always be things that "big city folks" don't like, or want to understand, that others like. Some folks would think it "very boring" to watch cattle grazing in a pasture...…….definitely not me! I love seeing any farming or ranching things done, but definitely too old to participate.
 
At age 90, my wife's grandmother wanted to be baptized in the Jordan River. During the trip my wife's parents and "Grandma" toured Egypt ... they have a picture of her riding on a camel. Never too late! :D
 
Actually, I'm talking about both, when you were young/younger and today.

As for myself, my teen years were raising hogs and working on the family farm. Many of you really wouldn't want to know, or even understand, what we had to do in caring of hogs. In Showing hogs, every handler has a wooden cane they use to guide them around the judging arena. You just might think this is cruel, but.

I'm no longer involved with rodeo, but Wife and I absolutely love watching rodeo in person and/or on tv. And, btw, rodeo does NOT hurt animals...…...end of story! Stock Contractors are monitored throughout a rodeo. If anything gets hurt in rodeo, it's the cowboys! However, there are those, even on this forum, that don't know what goes on in ranch work and don't want to know. "Just let me buy my pork and beef at the local market. I don't want to know how it got there."

Both of us love seeing livestock and there's definitely none here to see. Just another great reason to leave Florida and move back to Colorado.

"end of story!" Hardly! For those of you who actually want to know what goes on at rodeos, instead of accepting the absurd pronouncement of our "rodeo expert," allow me to direct you to:

https://www.peta.org/issues/animals...-entertainment-factsheets/rodeo-cruelty-buck/

Let me warn you that I could not make it through the above article without feeling intense anger and sorrow. Rodeos should be banned. They are cruel spectacles that torture animals for fun and profit, no more, no less!
 
Yeah but have you ever done anything Tunisian? Do you have any Tunisian clothes? Could you bridle and saddle a camel today?

I rode a shark once, but i could never bridle or saddle one.

Even though you can't see my face, that's really me.
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That….has got to be one of the most hilarious posts I’ve read in a very very long time.

Passing coffee backwards thru one’s nose seems to have a cleansing effect on one's sinuses
 
I can do pretty much anything horse related-although nowadays it`s all done on my donkey. She is a horse-sized donkey though. An American Mammoth. Yesterday I helped my shoer trim her hooves-he is recovering from a badly broken leg that has required 3 surgeries that happened during a rodeo when his horse ran him into a fence.

When we moved 7 years ago,my one daughter went home with a baker`s rack that my late MIL gave me. My youngest daughter went home with all my mom`s crystal and china that I was left when she passed in 1991. It was all still packed in boxes that I had never even opened. She also took my set of camping cookware,figuring I would never go actual camping (not staying in a cabin)again. When I found out they had taken these things (years later,I might add) I didn`t care at all. BUT,next to the back door were my red Ropers-best boots I`ve ever had before or since. Yeah,they were well-worn,but nothing else allowed me to go out and work with the donkeys (or the llamas,for that matter) and be comfortable and safe. Guess they thought they had out-lived their usefullness-although no one will confess to pitching them. I am still pissed.
 
This is not about rodeo but this post reminded me if it. I wrote this a few years ago...

.... Just a cowboy
By Jim
I went out like the others
Full of breakfast knowing
From now on for two weeks
I had to survive on Cookies food

Mornings came early, too early
The ground was hard but I slept
The day was long and the sun hot

The saddle gets to a man in a painful
Way after sittin in it all day and
Riding hard. But on we rode, all of
Us.

These cattle had to make it to
Market and it was we who got
'em there. Counted, put in pens
The cattle, not us.

Now many of those cows are in
Your grocery store, under plastic
Put there by folks who didn't really
Know about them like we do.
Butchered, put on grills, served
To laughing friends with beer,
I didn't put 'em there....

I was just one of the cowboys
 
I've ridden camels (in Turkey and Morocco); unfortunately, I got flea-bitten from the Turkish one. The Moroccan one took a dislike to me and chomped down on my upper arm. Didn't break the skin, but I did get a good bruise from the bite. I can't say I've had a lot of luck with camels.

We rode elephants in India. It was a lengthy ride up to a fortress on the top of a hill. There was a lot of swaying from side to side and I kept slipping. She was a lovely lady, though, with beautiful decorations painted on her with chalk. I got to give her a treat and she patted my shoulder with her trunk. Lovely lady.
 


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