Last month? It was my first time at a barrel racing competition.
If you know me, you know I’m not the yeehaw rodeo girl type. I don’t do twangy Grand Old Opry music and I’ve never owned a pair of cowboy boots. But the sister of a friend…. who is 53 and recently went through a bad breakup…. did what any lonely single woman does at that age.
She got a horse.
To be precise, she rescued a 17 year old horse who was being neglected and half starved at a highly suspect stable.
It’s been a long slow road back to health, but their bond is strong.
And in just 2 years she’s learned not only how to ride, but how to barrel ride and compete…. so we had to show up in support.
Horses and horse trailers lined the field.
And this darling little fellow who lives at the neighboring farm strolled the grounds looking for handouts and treats.
Clearly I wasn’t the only one who thought he was sweet. This man followed him around with a GoPro and went in for a serious close up.
The event was late in starting…
But her horse was chill… and took a nap.
Our dinner reservations were for 7:15 and the normal competition schedule was switched to let the children’s division go first….. so we only got to see one round with our friend.
She’s still learning, and her horse is still underweight… but she’s getting there.
The bleachers crowd went wild!
Okay, not exactly.
There was one bleacher, and the crowd consisted of one family with a screaming child …. but the 4 legged beggar who found some spilled popcorn looked excited.
Still, it was fun….and we hope to go again when we can stay longer.
Although from the decibel level and type of music that plays constantly in the background?
I might need a cooler full of alcohol next time.
Yes, I thought you might….
My neighbors (down at the end) have a couple of “rescued” horses. They learned to ride, fell off one time, and then haven’t ridden since – that was three years back.
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Clearly they’ve never heard the old adage…
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Oh, if I lived there, I’d come be a fan in the bleachers!
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We’ll try and squeeze you in…
😉
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My dad was a cowboy (and an Indian)… and he wanted horses; which meant my brother and I were taking care of them. We had a sweet set of thoroughbreds who’d ended up at his place sometimes after a racing career and sometimes instead of a racing career.
Two of the horses were born to us… one named after my sister “Jody’s Girl” and the other named after the day she was born: “Easter Bonnet”.
I hated riding but I loved the horses… the feel and the smell of horses…
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Our neighbors had horses in a stable when I was a child. My mother had pictures of me riding but I don’t remember ever doing it… odd.
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Think of a horse like a really intelligent but temperamental bicycle that might decide at any moment that you aren’t riding anymore…
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Yes. But do they get flats and leave you stranded…?
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I rode a horse once. That was enough for me.
I’d love to see a cute pony or two wander into your backyard sanctuary sometime, though. Maybe even a unicorn?
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We’ve had horses, when the neighbor’s break loose. No unicorns though…
Yet!
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I second one ride on a horse was fine enough.
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I’ve never heard of a barrel racing competition. It looks like… well, something different but not bad. I mean no one’s hurting anyone and there’s no harm in it, right? Will you go to another event?
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For her sake, yes. It’s done wonders for her self esteem…
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This is awesome, first because it seems your friends sister and the horse rescued each other, and second because they are both trying new things at an older age. I don’t dare say middle age because I don’t think 53 is middle age, it’s more like 75 now, lol. But this is awesome how wonderful for both of them!
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That’s it exactly… made for each other!
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A horse is a big committeemen. I’m glad to see one rescued.
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It is, and not cheap either!
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… well, I suppose that suppresses the cat-lady urge … but that is a huge empty nest to clean. Got to admire someone who finally gets her horsey even if it does take a half a century …
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It came out of nowhere. She never struck me as the horse type…. but it’s been wonderful for her.
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That’s great! My son barrel raced when he was younger. My stepdaughter did dressage all her life. She just turned 30 and is starting to get into the barrel racing too.
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This was a very small competition… but she’s still learning.
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Wow, you do fun stuff.
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Definitely different…
😉
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I don’t know anything about barrel racing, but she looked pretty good to me. Staying upright through the entire thing is cause enough to celebrate imho. Yeehaw! Mona
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She was slow, but she’s getting better… and having fun which is more important.
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“If you know me, you know I’m not the yeehaw rodeo girl type. I don’t do twangy Grand Old Opry music” Unless there are Margaritas involved????
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Well, yes. That goes without saying…
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Stories about bonding with animals always make me smile; yours made me laugh, too. Thanks!
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My work here is done…
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That is amazing. Great photos and a great story!
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Thanks!
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Nothing like watching a horse…………….sigh*
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I feel like that isn’t a complete sentence. Nothing like watching a horse… what? Mix a margarita? Play tennis? Quote Shakespeare?
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……….run. Jump. Walk. I don’t care what they are doing. I just love watching them.
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This looks like legit fun. And that bleacher picture totally made me laugh out loud at my desk and now my coworkers are staring at me.
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Good to know. I shall try to compose more posts to make your coworkers uncomfortable…. keeping them wondering about you is a good thing.
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