Usually, we don't rodeo in the snow, but I decided to give it a try if Bob and Harry were game. Since we needed new rules for snow rodeo, I decided it would be best at first if I were trainer and judge rather than a participant. Anyway, I got Harry's attention while he was shoveling stinky stuff in the corral. I said, "Harry! Want to try snow rodeo?" He said that he did, whatever snow rodeo was. Harry's good at steer ropin' so we decided to try that first. I told Harry that the best way to rope a steer in the snow and still draw a crowd is to stand on the shoulders of your buddy while he races your snowmobile across the lone prairie. "When you spot a steer, you spin that lariat over the top of your head and latch on to the critter just like you always do." That's what I told him. Bob heard us talkin' and dropped his hay fork. He'll do anything to get out of work. "You'll drive the snowmobile, Bob? Great!" First Try "Well, they're off! "Hey! Ya' got one already, Harry. "Oops! Sorry! "I meant to tell you not to tie the lariat to your belt. Well, you've got that limp anyway. Next time make sure you have your sister record the action on her video recorder. You might win a prize on Animal Planet. "Why, she's already runnin' over here with her camera. "I'll stand by you, Sis, to help you direct the movie." Second Try "Okay, Sis. They're off! "Harry! You've got another one. "Whoops! Why that steer took off like a banshee. "You shouldn't tie the rope to Bob's belt either, Harry. "Get that bobbed wire twisted around Bob's waist and that fence post he's a draggin'... Sis? He's getting out of your camera range now, so save your tape." Third Try "Okay, let's try again. Got Bob back none for the worse. I don't think your face will scar that much, Bob. Not like when you got kicked by that bull. "Get your camera ready, Sis? Well, they're off again. Now, that is bad! "The Humane Society will be after us, Sis. "I forgot to tell Harry not to tie the rope to the snowmobile either. Look at that poor critter bumpin' across the lava beds." Switchin' to Steer Wrestlin' I've decided that neither Harry nor Bob was cutout for ropin' cattle in the snow. I said, "Hey, Harry! Want to try some steer wrestlin'?" Harry said that he did. The paramedics said that Harry's concussion was probably worse than the broken arm. Bob decided that he may as well ride along with Harry in the ambulance to get some stitches. I figured we'd be doing rodeo again in March. Meanwhile, that left me and Sis to feed the horses. |
