The “wildest”-bronc!---“Rodeo!”…Yee!-Hah!
Daughter-Beth loved the TV-show “Fury”
featuring a black-horse
along with friends Joey and Pee-Wee, Jim
and Pete! “Geddy-up!”
We had little-money for
any-entertainment; a big-event was our
weekly Sunday afternoon-drive. Beth always brought “Fury” and
his young-friends on every adventure as
we toured the countryside.
They galloped along as we viewed
familiar scenery checking out
Dad’s duck-hunting slough by the old
Mississippi River or his
fishing-retreat at sacred Fox-Lake. One fine February when we
got our “January”-thaw, daddy took 7-year old Beth to the club
for some early bluegill-fishing. She
caught 22! Dad tallied---“0”!
By age-4, Beth wanted a “real”-horse!---Fury was okay!...But…?
We started searching for a pony for
daughter-Beth. We would go to
a farm to inspect a cayuse for-sale; Mom
and Dad would cower away
from the “huge”-beasts like “city-folks”;
Beth petted the horses. We
made our 1st-purchase,
complete with bridle, saddle and pad! Yahoo!
“Little”-Lady, a pure-white Welsh-pony
taught us all to ride. Cowboy!?
The herd grew and eventually totaled “7”
necessitating a “farm! Oh! Boy!
So!? We “cowboy-ed” and farmed and ranched and
raised horses and cattle.
Rachel Rebecca came along and
joined right-in the great fun-and–frolic!
When the family went on an “outing”, we seemed to always end-up at
the
circular-corral holding a myriad of
wild, bucking, untamed-broncs! Wow!
I’d pay for 4-tickets and we would board
the circus entertainment-ride! Uh! Oh!
Becky picked the “wildest”-steed in the herd; Beth mounted one-alongside;
Mom and Dad took a “safe”-harbor on the
hard wooden “buckboard”-seat!
And---off-they-go!...Beth & Becky
running-wild…Mom & Dad on-the-bench!
Faster! &
Faster!---went
the spinning-carousel!...Mom & Dad hugging-in-fear!
The “cow”-girls laughed and
squealed!---Spurred-wild-broncs!...Won-the-race!
I confess---I
was so-“glad”…every-time the ride-ended and I could get-off! Hmm!?
Hey! I-can-ride!?---Not-so-Good!...I do make a “Big”-dust when I fall-off! Too-often!
The poor-ole western-frontier Indians
suffered nothing compared to “modern”-me!?
Amen!
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